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Kenneth Slessor - North CountryKenneth Slessor - North Country
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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; Or trunks of pewter, bangled by greedy death, Stuck with black staghorns, quietly sucking, And trees whose boughs go seeking, And tress like broken teeth With smoky antlers broken in the sky; Or trunks that lie grotesquely rigid, Like bodies blank and wretched After a fool`s battue, As if they`ve secret ways of dying here And secret places for their anguish When boughs at last relinquish Their clench of blowing air But this gaunt country, filled with mills and saws, With butter-works and railway-stations And public institutions, And scornful rumps of cows, North Country, filled with gesturing wood– Timber`s the end it gives to branches, Cut off in cubic inches, Dripping red with blood.
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