Robert Adamson Poems

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1.
Reaching Light

Where was it we left him?
We say the journey’s up, but maybe
memory sinks deeper.
Our journey so far
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2.
My Granny

When my granny was dying
I’d go into her bedroom
and look at her
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3.
Meaning

A black summer night, no moon, the thick air
drenched with honeysuckle and swamp gum.
In a pool of yellow torchlight
on a knife-blade, the brand name
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4.
Creon's Dream

The old hull’s spine shoots out of the mud-flat,
A black crooked finger pointing back to the house.
On the dead low the smell of the mangroves.
The river seeps through the window, the books
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5.
The River

A step taken, and all the world’s before me.
The night’s so clear

stars hang in the low branches,
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6.
Éventail: For Mery In Paris

Writing this in sepia ink on a Japanese fan,
pain slants my calligraphy
this way, sex just under the cap of my skull.
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7.
The Flow Through: For The Johns

We loved the front, your wall of words,
and the fact that snatches made
sense to the professors. We read
The Double Dream Of Spring on a jetty
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8.
Green Prawn Map

Morning before sunrise, sheets of dark air
hang from nowhere in the sky.
No stars there, only here is river.
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9.
Canticle For The Bicentennial Dead

They are talking, in their cedar-benched rooms
on French-polished chairs, and they talk
in reasonable tones, in the great stone buildings
they are talking firmly, in the half-light
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10.
The Gathering Light

Morning shines on the cowling of the Yamaha
locked onto the stern of the boat,
spears of light shoot away
from the gun-metal grey enamel.
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