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Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallow Where the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo. When the traps give chase (may the devil take his power!) He can ride ten mile in a…
Kenneth Slessor was born in Orange, New South Wales. He published his first poetry in the Bulletin magazine while still at school. He worked on the Sydney Sun newspaper from 1920 to 1925, and for a while on the Melbourne Punch and Melbourne Herald. He returned to Sydney in 1927 to work on Smith's Weekly, where he stayed until 1939. In 1939, at the outbreak of the Second World War, Slessor was appointed as an official war correspondent, and spent time with Australian troops in England, Greece, the Middle-East and New Guinea. At the end of the war he returned to the Sydney Sun as a leader-writer and literary editor until 1957. He then worked for the Daily Telegraph and Sunday Telegraph. During this period (from 1956 - 1961) he was also editor of the literary magazine Southerly. Kenneth Slessor died in 1971.)
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SOPHIE'S my world . . . my arm must soon or later Like Francis Drake turn circumnavigator, Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales And toss their spume to stars unkno…
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YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches, Feasting your eyes through private panes, Who, not content with Heavenly stenches, Insist on taking up the drains,…
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OUR general was the greatest and bravest of generals. For his deeds, look around you on this coast— Here is his name cut next to Ashur-Bani-Pal's, Nebuchadnezzar's and the Roman ho…
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THE old Quarry, Sun, with bleeding scales, Flaps up the gullies, wets their crystal pebbles, Floating with waters of gold; darkness exhales Brutishly in the valley; smoke rises in…
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WHEN to those Venusbergs, thy breasts, By wars of love and moonlight batteries, My lips have stormed—O pout thy mouth above, Lean down those culverins twain, and bid me spike…
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Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come; At night they sway and wander in the waters far under, But morning rolls them in the foam.…
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BURYING friends is not a pomp, Not, indeed, Roman: Lacking the monument, Heroic stone;…
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'BUY, who'll buy,' the pedlar sings, 'Bones of beggars, loins of kings, Ribs of murder, haunch of hate, And Beauty's head on a butcher's plate!'…
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CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells, A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls, And five thousand pounds in the colonia…
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CHAFING on flags of ebony and pearl, My paladins are waiting. Loops of smoke Stoop slowly from the coffee-cups, and curl In thin fantastic patterns down the room…
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SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lips Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends. Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.…
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THE cock's far cry From lonely yards Burdens the night With boastful birds…
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Country towns, with your willows and squares, And farmers bouncing on barrel mares To public houses of yellow wood With '1860' over their doors,…
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