Discovery - Relating Poems to Quotes Flashcards
Close his bed and rattle up the sash…/there’s sunlight rotating/off the drab carpet. And the water sways/solidly in its silver bowl, so cold
Journey: The North Coast
One of those bright crockery days/so I recall
Journey: The North Coast
Flees on the blue and silver paddock,/ over fences that look split from stone,/and banks of fern,/a red bank, full of roots,/ over dark creeks, where logs are fallen,/ and blackened tree trunks.
Journey: The North Coast
As a nude descends a staircase,/ slender white eucalyptus
Journey: The North Coast
And now the country bursts open on the sea…/across a calico beach unfurled,
Journey: The North Coast
Hair/Ruffled a bit, stow the book and wash-bag/and city clothes. Everything done, press down/ the latches into the case
Journey: The North Coast
That for twelve months have been standing out/ of a morning, above the wardrobe/ in a furnished room.
Journey: The North Coast
As it goes up/ onto the huge dark harbour
Late Ferry
Beyond a gangling jetty…beyond street light’s fluorescence…beyond the tomato stake patch
Late Ferry
The longer white lights/feel nervously about in the blackness/towards here, like hands/after the light switch
Late Ferry
The ferry is drawn along/polished marble, to be lost soon
Late Ferry
A Busby Berkeley spectacular/with thousands in frenzied far off/choreography, in their silver lame/the Bridge like a giant prop
Late Ferry
This does seem in a movie theatre/the boat is small as a moth
Late Ferry
I’ll lose sight of the ferry soon…/I can find it while it’s on darkness
Late Ferry
The hot fertilizer-thick,/ sticky stench of blood/sent flies mad,
The Meatworks
Arm-thick corkscrews, grinding around inside it, meat or not…/chomping bloody mouth…
The Meatworks
White-bruising beach
The Meatworks
There was a flaw to the analogy…the way those pigs stuck there, clinging to each other
The Meatworks
We got meat to take home
Vs
most of them
The Meatworks
I usually didn’t take the meat
The Meatworks
Caught, where the only work/was at this Works.
The Meatworks
But after sticking your hands all day/in snail sheened flesh,/ you found, around the nails, there was still blood.
The Meatworks