Kenneth Slessor

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

Kenneth Slessor Poems

1. Rubens' Innocents 4/1/2010
2. Mephistopheles Perverted 4/1/2010
3. Toilet Of A Dandy 4/1/2010
4. Undine 4/1/2010
5. To Myself 4/1/2010
6. La Dame Du Palais De La Reine 4/1/2010
7. Winter Dawn 4/1/2010
8. Music 4/1/2010
9. Metempsychosis 4/1/2010
10. Trade Circular 4/1/2010
11. Talbingo 4/1/2010
12. To The Poetry Of Hugh Mccrae 4/1/2010
13. Realities 4/1/2010
14. The Old Play 4/1/2010
15. The Atlas 4/1/2010
16. Next Turn 4/1/2010
17. New Magic 4/1/2010
18. Rubens' Hell 4/1/2010
19. The Country Ride 4/1/2010
20. The Nabob 4/1/2010
21. The Ghost 4/1/2010
22. Lesbia's Daughter 4/1/2010
23. Marco Polo 4/1/2010
24. Serenade 4/1/2010
25. Thieves' Kitchen 4/1/2010
26. Vesper-Song Of The Reverend Samuel Marsden 4/1/2010
27. Stars 4/1/2010
28. Taoist 4/1/2010
29. Last Trams 4/1/2010
30. Pan At Lane Cove 4/1/2010
31. Advice To Psychologists 4/1/2010
32. Crustacean Rejoinder 4/1/2010
33. Nuremberg 4/1/2010
34. To A Friend 4/1/2010
35. A Surrender 4/1/2010
36. Snowdrops 4/1/2010
37. In A/C With Ghosts 4/1/2010
38. Sensuality 4/1/2010
39. Adventure Bay 4/1/2010
40. Cock-Crow 4/1/2010

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  • OMEGALUL (10/17/2018 11:20:00 PM)

    What the r these comments

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  • McFlee thAman (7/26/2018 11:09:00 PM)

    Such a great poet. War poems is not good but I wnjoy

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  • Edward harold Sivakumar (7/26/2018 11:09:00 PM)

    Dont u give up nah nah. I wont give up nah nah. Let me love your mum.

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  • Rachel Tu Dona (7/26/2018 11:07:00 PM)

    I love this poet he was so sexy. In bed he was so good.

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  • Truthbomb McGee (6/17/2018 6:10:00 PM)

    Slessor was an absolute lad and a half. He in himself, was poetry. A complete and utter beastly individual.

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    you suck a lot of crap and things

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    These comments are depressing. But then again, so am I. Turtle rhymes with rape

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Best Poem of Kenneth Slessor

Sleep

Do you give yourself to me utterly,

Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh

Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly,

But as a child might, with no other wish?

Yes, utterly.



Then I shall bear you down my estuary,

Carry you and ferry you to burial mysteriously,

Take you and receive you,

Consume you, engulf you,

In the huge cave, my belly, lave you

With huger waves continually.

And you shall cling and clamber there

And slumber there, in that dumb chamber,

Beat with my blood's beat, hear my heart ...

Read the full of Sleep

North Country

North Country, filled with gesturing wood,
With trees that fence, like archers' volleys,
The flanks of hidden valleys
Where nothing's left to hide

But verticals and perpendiculars,
Like rain gone wooden, fixed in falling,
Or fingers blindly feeling
For what nobody cares;