Kenneth Slessor – poetic dangle of hung men

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The red globes of light, the liquour-green,
The pulsing arrows and the running fire
Spilt on  the stones, go deeper than a stream;
You find this ugly, I find this lovely.

Ghosts’ trousers, like the dangle of hung men,
In pawnshop-windows, bumping knee by knee,
But none inside to suffer or condemn;
You find this ugly, I find this lovely.
~Kenneth Slessor, William Street, 1939

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