Poems by Les Murray
Shower
... worn on either or both shoulders, fluted drapery, silk whispering to the tiles, ...
Amanda's Painting
... and the shirt is apple-red, soaking in salt birth-sheen ...
Inside Ayers Rock
... one labelled White Mugs, and covered with them ...
The Quality Of Sprawl
... If he smiled in petto afterwards, perhaps the thing did have sprawl ...
Music To Me Is Like Days
... penicillium - then I miss the Köchel number ...
The Sleepout
... for forest, and the dry cave hunched woollen ...
The Butter Factory
... to see tackles on glibbed gravel, and the mossed char louvres ...
To Fly In Just Your Suit
... Most animals above the tides are airborne ...
On The Borders
... And here is more like the space that needs ...
Predawn In Health
... The future is right behind your head ...
Performance
... I was blusters of glitter-bombs expanding ...
The Harleys
... in fluency, fast streetscape dwindling, ...
Aurora Prone
... Bright leaks through their wigwam re-purple the skinny beans ...
The Mowed Hollow
... soft crystal with caraway-dipped tongues, ...
The Images Alone
... kept crowding the pinks of the peach trees into the sky ...
