Poems by Kenneth Slessor
Heine In Paris
... . . . Hamburgthose roofs of tulip-red, those floating trees, ...
The Night Ride
... Sleep. Sleep Nothing but grey, rushing rivers of bush outside ...
Earth-Visitors
... Then staring with bright eyes at their beds, opening their lips, ...
Chessmen
... Dyed coral-red with dragon's blood, and spend ...
Glubbdubdrib
... He says some devilish clever things ...
Gulliver
... I could break my teeth on a chain, I could bite through metal, ...
The Ghost
... So the ghost cried, and pressed to the dark pane, ...
Last Trams
... II THEN, from the skeletons of trams, ...
Adventure Bay
... Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales ...
La Dame Du Palais De La Reine
... To counts with violsor grooms with straw ...
To a Friend
... Before there's time to hand the forks out, ...
Elegy In A Botanic Gardens
... Stuffed with French horns, globes, air-pumps, telescopes ...
Music
... Cotton ties, cakes and pies, what a size, test your eyes, hairdyes, ...
Full Orchestra
... And whet their ears, and crouch upon the floor, ...
Rubens' Innocents
... Then, for a trice, their skies might sparkle, ...
