(27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971 / Orange, New South Wales)

Poems of Kenneth Slessor

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
61. Thieves' Kitchen 4/1/2010
62. To a Friend 4/1/2010
63. To Myself 4/1/2010
64. To The Poetry Of Hugh Mccrae 4/1/2010
65. Toilet Of A Dandy 4/1/2010
66. Trade Circular 4/1/2010
67. Undine 4/1/2010
68. Vesper-Song Of The Reverend Samuel Marsden 4/1/2010
69. Waters 4/1/2010
70. Wild Grapes 4/1/2010
71. William Street 1/1/2004
72. Winter Dawn 4/1/2010

Five Bells

Time that is moved by little fidget wheels
Is not my time, the flood that does not flow.
Between the double and the single bell
Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells
From the dark warship riding there below,
I have lived many lives, and this one life
Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.

Deep and dissolving verticals of light

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