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A Sunset

HE old Quarry,

Sun, with bleeding scales, Flaps up the gullies, wets their crystal pebbles, Floating with waters of gold; darkness exhales Brutishly in the valley; smoke rises in bubbles; Suddenly we stop at the meeting of two trails. "Do you remember?" "But now everything is changed— Trees ringed with death, the creek with its bells clanking Dried like white bone." Even our voices are estranged. Darkness chokes the river; so nearly what I am thinking It echoes, the whole thing might have been arranged!

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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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