Bill Manhire, E il fulmine si vanterà della sua opera

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Read moreBevi la tazza del profondo silenzio per me, sapendo / che il mio spirito giace accanto. Lascia che la porpora / del crepuscolo, il suono del mare lontano, / la passione della bellezza ti prendano in sposo.…
Read moreda hymns for her, 2009 evacuation she had often dreamt of turning rooms inside out to the beach like she could to a pillowcase, pocket or sock, picking all of the fluff from the stitching, to know there was nothing left shirking the broom behind settees & almirahs.…
Read moreOn Originality Poets, I want to follow them all, out of the forest into the city or out of the city into the forest. The first one I throttle. I remove his dagger and tape it to my ankle in a shop doorway. Then I step into the street picking my nails. …
Read moreThe NZ lit XI Grace – Patricia, that is, not W.G. – plays all the traditional shots Sargeson: nurdler to third man, ‘Hard Knocker’ to teammates Frame: famed for her leg glance, usually deaf to partner’s call Gee: champion crease-prowler, strictly a back-foot player Mahy: wristy cutter, crowd-puller, can get carried…
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