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Best Poems From
MICHAEL BUHAGIAR
(13 January 1954)
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The Ross Valley, Kiama
A high new moon of mountains cradling
Rolling stonewalled velvet fields,
With herds and homes and apt hands ladling
Milk pumped fresh which fullness yields;
Rows of palms like milk ejecting
In lofty founts from massaged nipples;
High thin calls of birds injecting
Silence; a breeze that dam glass ripples.
And Rex with dainty pearls not hung
Is thrusting his blade, or charging a rival,
Or fixing a rambler with Mars-red eyne.
While a corpse is served on a crust of dung
As a calf in plaints abides its revival.
A bores dark eye is lashed with kine.
Michael Buhagiar
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