The last stanza shows the human impact on the forest; we get the imagery of butchery and timber being dragged off bleeding.
Inevitably, though, that life continues to propel the poet into the future: This describes the forest before it was logged; marks passage of time, makes us consider the line nobody cares - we consider all of this in the forest that was, and the semicolon gives this emphasis. Like bodies blank and wretched is a direct statement simile: Here was one way to make lyric poetry move with the times; there would be others.
Then I saw the road, I heard the thunder Tumble, and felt the talons of the rain The night we came to Moorebank in slab-dark, So dark you bore no body, had no face, But a sheer voice that rattled out of air As now you'd cry if I could break the glassA voice that spoke beside me in the bush, Loud for a breath or bitten off by wind, Of Milton, melons, and the Rights of Man, And blowing flutes, and how Tahitian girls Are brown and angry-tongued, and Sydney girls Are white and angry-tongued, or so you'd found.
Are you shouting at me, dead man, squeezing your face In agonies of speech on speechless panes. Timber's the end is a bitter pun - they aren't trees anymore, have been turned into a human commodity, that is purchased in 'cubic inches'.
But, as most newspapers ceased publishing poems, by the s the careers of poet and journalist began increasingly to seem like strange bedfellows. Here was one way to make lyric poetry move with the times; there would be others. Inevitably, though, that life continues to propel the poet into the future: He circulates between the central themes of time and development and illuminates how profound love of beauty gradually fades away as the unconstrained evilness of humans continues to dominate the nature and monopolize it for their ever-increasing greed.
Why do I think of you, dead man, why thieve These profitless lodgings from the flukes of thought Anchored in Time. Everything has been stowed Into this room - books all shapes And colours, dealt across the floor And over sills and on the laps of chairs; Guns, photoes of many differant things And differant curioes that I obtained.
Explain the change in tone and imagery which follows this in stanzas 3,4 and 5.
Fool's battue is the wholesale slaughter of living things that have no way of escape. And trees like broken teeth which hits us suddenly; suggests violence which has only been hinted at previously.
Add notes to the Slessor: Finally, however, in death he dwindles to a tale endlessly retold by a crewmate, the blind ancient mariner Alexander Home, which Slessor presents through a series of dissolves between Berwickshire and the South Seas: I felt the wet push its black thumb-balls in, The night you died, I felt your eardrums crack, And the short agony, the longer dream, The Nothing that was neither long nor short; But I was bound, and could not go that way, But I was blind, and could not feel your hand.
As a journalist, Slessor could link time and tide they once meant the same thing to the passing parade of daily life, and Sydney Harbour appears in many of his best poems. O buried dolls, O men sleeping invisible there, I stare above your mounds of stone, lean down, Marooned and lonely in this bitter air, And in one moment deny your frozen town.
Smells rich and rasping, smoke and fat and fish and puffs of paraffin that crimp the nose, of grease that blesses onions with a hiss; You find it ugly, I find it lovely. Note the rhyme scheme throughout the poem - never intrusive, but places a slight emphasis on important words like 'death' and 'teeth', 'rigid' and 'wretched', 'anguish' and 'relinquish' etc.
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