Crow Country (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
GUTTED of station, noise alone,The crow's voice trembles down the skyAs if this nitrous flange of stoneWept suddenly with such ...
Kenneth Slessor Poems (73 Poems)
Serenade (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
THOU moon, like a white Christus hangingAt the sky's cross-roads, I'll court thee not,Though travellers bend up, and seek thy ...
A Surrender (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
WHEN to those Venusbergs, thy breasts,By wars of love and moonlight batteries,My lips have stormed-O pout thy mouth above,Lean down ...
The Knife (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
THE plough that marks on Harley's fieldIn flying earth its printThrows up, like death itself concealed,A fang of rosy flint,A ...
Cock-Crow (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
THE cock's far cryFrom lonely yardsBurdens the nightWith boastful birdsThat mop their wingsTo make response-A mess of songsAnd broken sense.So, ...
Advice To Psychologists (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches,Feasting your eyes through private panes,Who, not content with Heavenly stenches,Insist on taking ...
William Street (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
The red globe of light, the liquor green, the pulsing arrows and the running fire spilt on the stones, go ...
Five Bells (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
Mangroves (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
These black bush-waters, heavy with crusted boughs Like plumes above dead captains, wake the mind.... Uncounted kissing, unremembered vows, Nights ...
North Country (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers' volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing's ...
Sleep (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Do you give yourself to me utterly, Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, ...
South Country (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
After the whey-faced anonymity Of river-gums and scribbly-gums and bush, After the rubbing and the hit of brush, You come ...
Thief of the Moon (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Thief of the moon, thou robber of old delight, Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- Cold, cold ...