Here you will find the Poem Trade Circular of poet Kenneth Slessor
(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.
