Poems by Kenneth Slessor
Country Towns
... Which always keeps the General Stores&hellip ...
Advice To Psychologists
... YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches, ...
Five Bells
... Cry louder, beat the windows, bawl your name! But I hear nothing, nothing ...
Mangroves
... .. And even my songs are stolen from some old lover ...
North Country
... Their clench of blowing air But this gaunt country, filled with mills and saws, ...
Sleep
... ng and the driving forth,Life with remorseless forceps beckoning Pangs and betrayal of harsh birth ...
South Country
... Bruised flesh of thunderstorms: Air arched, enormous, pounding the bony ridge, ...
Thief of the Moon
... Thy charms have stolen the star-gold, quenched the moon- ...
William Street
... You find this ugly, I find it lovely Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men, ...
A Sunset
... Trees ringed with death, the creek with its bells clanking ...
Pan at Lane Cove
... . . Blow, blow your flute, you stone boy, blow! ...
An Inscription For Dog River
... OUR general was the greatest and bravest of generals ...
Marco Polo
... . . And, tired of life's new-fashioned plan, ...
Snowdrops
... From the smoke and the fume of the backyard room, ...
Next Turn
... Now programmes wave, heads bend between ...
