Poems by Kenneth Slessor
Mephistopheles Perverted
... Proving there's more in life than Suck and Jump ...
Winter Dawn
... The furred herbs of silver, the daisies round-eyed and tart, ...
To the Poetry* of Hugh McCrae
... With blossoms wrenched from sweet and deadly branches, ...
Vesper-Song Of The Reverend Samuel Marsden
... Not mine, the Hand that writes the weal ...
Rubens' Hell
... Looks in the glass that slaves are plying ...
Cannibal Street
... And Beauty's head on a butcher's plate!" ...
Out Of Time
... Time takes me, drills me, drives through bone and vein, ...
Wild Grapes
... only grapes, But wild ones, Isabella grapes they're called, ...
A Bushranger
... When the traps give chase (may the devil take his power!) ...
Toilet Of A Dandy
... Too nicely shined, parting the cracked, refracted sneers, ...
The Man of Sentiment
... herine has walked down such a path before, it is to be feared, and halts cautiously upon its fringes ...
Taoist
... . . ." So runs the burden of their thousand songs ...
Sensuality
... Plague, touching flesh, knowing ...
The Atlas
... Post-roads That buoyed the rich and plunging springs ...
The Knife
... And well I know, when bones are nought, ...
