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William Street

The red globe of light, the liquor green,the pulsing arrows and the running firespilt on the stones, go deeper than a stream;

You find this ugly,

I find it

Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men,in  pawn-shop windows, bumping knee by knee,but none inside to suffer or condemn;

You find this ugly,

I find it lovely.

Smells rich and rasping, smoke and fat and fishand puffs of paraffin that crimp the nose,of grease that blesses onions with a hiss;

You find it ugly,

I find it lovely.

The dips and molls, with flip and shiny gaze (death at their elbows, hunger at their heels) Ranging the pavements of their pasturage;

You Find this ugly,

I find it lovely .

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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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