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I The King of Cuckooz	A
THE King of Cuckooz Contrey	B
Hangs peaked above Argier	B
With Janzaries and Marabutts	A
To bid a sailor fear	B
With lantern eyed astrologers	A
Who walk upon the walls	A
And ram with stars their basilisks	A
Instead of cannon balls	A
And in that floating castle	C
I tell you it is so	A
Five thousand naked Concubines	A
With dulcimers do go	A
Each rosy nose anoints a tile	D
Bang bang the fort salutes	A
When He the King of Cuckooz Land	E
Comes forth in satin boots	A
Each rosy darling flies before	B
When he desires his tent	F
Or like a tempest driving flowers	A
Inspects a battlement	G
And this I spied by moonlight	H
Behind a royal bamboo	I
That Monarch in a curricle	D
Which ninety virgins drew	I
That Monarch drinking nectar	B
Lord God my tale attest	J
Milked from a snow white elephant	G
As white as your white breast	J
And this is no vain fable	D
As other knaves may lie	D
Have I not got that Fowl aboard	K
Which no man may deny	D
The King's own hunting falcon	L
I limed across the side	M
When by the Bayes of Africa	N
King James's Fleet did ride	M
What crest is there emblazoned	O
Whose mark is this I beg	P
Stamped on the silver manacle	D
Around that dainty leg	P
Let this be news to you my dear	B
How Man should be revered	Q
Though I'm no King of Cuckooz Land	E
Behold as fierce a beard	Q
I have as huge an appetite	H
As deep a kiss my girl	D
And somewhere for the hand that seeks	A
Perhaps a Sultan's pearl	D
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Post Roads	A
POST ROADS that clapped with tympan heels	A
Of tilburies and whiskys rapidly spanking	R
Where's now the tireless ghost of Ogilby	S
Post roads	A
That buoyed the rich and plunging springs	A
Of coaches vaster than Escurials	A
Where now does Ogilby propel that Wheel	D
What milestones does he pause to reprimand	E
In what unmapped savanna of dumb shades	A
Ye know not ye are silent brutish ducts	A
Numbed by the bastinadoes of iron boots	A
Three hundred years asnore Do you forget	T
The phaetons and fiacres flys and breaks	A
The world of dead men staring out of glass	A
That drummed upon your bones Do you forget	T
Those nostrils oozing smoke those floating tails	A
Those criniers whipped with air	B
And kidnapped lights	A
Floats of rubbed yellow towed from window panes	A
Rushing their lozenges through headlong stones	A
And smells of hackneys mohair sour with damp	U
Leather and slopped madeira partridge pies	A
Long buried under floors and yawning Fares	A
With bumping flap dark spatulas of cards	A
'Knave takes the ten oh God I wish that it	V
I wish that it was Guildford'	V
Ogilby	S
Did not forget could not escape such ecstacies	A
Even in the monasteries of mensuration	L
Could not forget the roads that he had gone	L
In fog and shining air Each line was joy	W
Each computation a beatitude	V
A diagram of Ogilby's eye and ear	B
With soundings for the nose Wherefore I think	X
Wherefore I think some English gentleman	L
Some learned doctor of the steak houses	A
Ending late dinner having strolled outside	V
To quell the frivolous hawthorn may behold	V
There in the moonshine rolling up an hill	D
Steered by no fleshly hand with spokes of light	V
The Wheel John Ogilby's Wheel the WHEEL hiss by	S
Measuring mileposts of eternity	V
	-
Dutch Seacoast	V
No wind of Life may strike within	L
This little country's crystal bin	L
Nor calendar compute the days	A
Tubed in their capsule of soft glaze	A
Naked and rinsed the bubble clear	B
Canals of Amsterdam appear	B
The blue tiled turrets china clocks	A
And glittering beaks of weathercocks	A
A gulf of sweet and winking hoops	A
Whereon there ride poops	A
With flying mouths and fleeting hair	B
Of saints hung up like candles there	B
Fox coloured mansions lean and tall	D
That burst in air but never fall	D
Whose bolted shadows row by row	A
Float changeless on the stones below	A
Sky full of ships bay full of town	L
A port of waters jellied brown	L
Such is the world no tide may stir	B
Sealed by the great cartographer	B
O could he but clap up like this	A
My decomposed metropolis	A
Those other countries of the mind	V
So tousled dark and undefined	V
	-
Mermaids	A
ONCE Mermaids mocked your ships	A
With wet and scarlet lips	A
And fish dark difficult hips Conquistador	B
Then Ondines danced with Sirens on the shore	B
Then from his cloudy stall you heard the Kraken call	D
And mad with twisting flame the Firedrake roar	B
Such old established Ladies	A
No mariner eyed askance	A
But coming on deck would swivel his neck	Y
To watch the darlings dance	A
Or in the gulping dark of nights	A
Would cast his tranquil eyes	A
On singular kinds of Hermaphrodites	A
Without the least surprise	A
Then portulano maps were scrolled	V
With compass roses green and gold	V
That fired the stiff old Needle with their dyes	A
And wagged their petals over parchment skies	A
Then seas were full of Dolphins' fins	A
Full of swept bones and flying Jinns	A
Beaches were filled with Anthropophagi	W
And Antient Africa with Palanquins	A
Then sailors with a flaked and rice pale flesh	Z
Staring from maps in sweet and poisoned places	A
Diced the old Skeleton afresh	Z
In brigs no bigger than their moon bunched faces	A
Those well known and respected Harpies	A
Dance no more on the shore to and fro	B
All that has ended long ago	B
Nor do they sing outside the captain's porthole	D
A proceeding fiercely reprehended	V
By the governors of the P O	B
Nor do they tumble in the sponges of the moon	L
For the benefit of tourists in the First Saloon	L
Nor fork their foaming lily fins below the side	V
On the ranges of the ale clear tide	V
And scientists now with binocular eyes	A
Remark in a tone of complacent surprise	A
'Those pisciform mammals pure Spectres I fear	B
Must be Doctor Gerbrandus's Mermaids my dear '	-
But before they can cause the philosopher trouble	D
They are GONE like the cracking of a bubble	D
	-
The Seafight	V
HERE in a gulf of golden leaf	A2
You'll find a seafight ringed with flame	B2
Cannons that cry Tirduf Tirduf	A2
Daggers that collop guns that maim	B2
Jaws beaked with blood men flung to hell	D
Men blasting trumpets men that flee	D
Men crimped by death and under all	D
Old patient baleful spying Sea	D
Old Sea that in a dicebox rolls	A
Their trundling skulls their jacks of bone	L
That sucks them out of broken hulls	A
When other mumbling mouths have gone	L
Old hungry Sea that holds our flesh	Z
In the huge forceps of the storm	C2
And they are given to the fish	D2
And we plucked forth and we made warm	C2
But ye that kill why heed the face	A
Of Ocean Not alone you slay	D
Since deeper seas are dammed in space	A
And fiercer storms can scream in clay	D
Existence has as bitter teeth	E2
But we can always find a minute	V
For the festivities of death	F2
Who sail upon this dangerous planet	V

Kenneth Slessor

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