Robert Adamson Poems
|1.||Canticle For The Bicentennial Dead||4/28/2012|
|3.||Éventail: For Mery In Paris||4/28/2012|
|4.||Green Prawn Map||4/28/2012|
|8.||The Flow Through: For The Johns||5/21/2012|
|9.||The Gathering Light||4/28/2012|
Comments about Robert Adamson
Where was it we left him?
We say the journey’s up, but maybe
memory sinks deeper.
Our journey so far
has been quiet, the only
incident being that rock dislodged
as he spun around on his heel.
What was that stuff – brimstone?
The first slice of sunlight glanced off
a slab of dark marble that turned to glow.
His back moved ahead of me –
his curls, shoulders,
that neck. What new bone was he inventing
in his shuffling head, what chance
that a doorway would appear and then a house?
The dark supported me, ...