Robin Robertson Poems
- Leavings Still sleepwalking through her life, I wrap her ...
- Cat; Failing A figment, a thumbed maquette of a cat, some
- Dream Of The Huntress It is always the same: she is standing...
- Wedding The Locksmith's Daught... The slow-grained slide to ...
- The Fishermen's Farewell Their long stares mark them apart; ...
- Albatross in Co. Antrim after Baudelaire The men would...
Robin Robertson, FRSL (born in Scone, Perthshire 1955) is a Scottish poet.
Robertson was brought up on the north-east coast of Scotland, but has spent most of his professional life in London. After working as an editor at Penguin Books and Secker and Warburg, he became poetry and fiction editor at Jonathan Cape.
Robertson's poetry appears regularly in the London Review of Books and The New York Review of Books, and is represented in many anthologies. In 2004, he edited Mortification: Writers' Stories of Their Public Shame, which collects seventy commissioned pieces by international authors. In 2006 he published The Deleted World, new versions of the Swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer, ... more »
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Still sleepwalking through her life,
I wrap her up
and we go through the snow that fell all night
and all through this Christmas morning:
her trainers barely denting the whitened lawn, her
two strides for every stride of mine.
Leaving her home
to the warmth of the house
I step back out, and see where my footprints turn
and walk through hers,
the other way—following the trail
of rabbit and deer into the unreachable silences of snow.
I can bring nothing of this back intact.
My face is smoke, my body water,
my tracks are made of snow.
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