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Kenneth Slessor - Trade Circular
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(To the Poets` Ladies)
 SHALL I give you the Bourbon-sugars 
 Of sherry and yellow sky 
 And a girl in a country curricle 
 Merrily bowling by? 
 Or darkness flying with crystals, 
 And the great Miser, Night, 
 Rubbing a mountain`s breast-bone 
 With an old rind of light? 
 Wake up the handcuffed angels, 
 Muster the marble kings, 
 Till the blood swims in their bodies 
 And the stone captain sings? 
 Ask for a cage of comets, 
 Poets will give you this— 
 But if you should ask them for nothing, 
 They`ll see how dead girls kiss.
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