HE cock's far cry From lonely yards Burdens the night With boastful birds That mop their wings To make response— A mess of songs And broken sense. So, when I slept, I heard your call (If lips long dead Could answer still) And snapped-off thoughts Broke into clamour, Like the night's throats Heard by a dreamer.
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Kenneth Slessor
Kenneth Adolphe Slessor OBE (27 March 1901 – 30 June 1971) was an Australian poet, journalist and official war correspondent in World War II. He…
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