Robert Gray Poems
- In Departing Light My mother all of ninety has to be tied ...
- Harbour Dusk She and I came wandering there through an empty ...
- A Bowl Of Pears Swarthy as oilcloth and as squat as Sancho ...
- Wing-Beat In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a ...
- Twilight These long stars on stalks
- Nine Bowls of Water Clear water, in silvery tin ...
- Annotation It has always seemed to me that neutral things ...
Robert William Geoffrey Gray is an Australian poet, freelance writer, and critic.
Gray grew up in Coffs Harbour and was educated in a country town on the north coast of New South Wales. He trained there as a journalist, and since then has worked in Sydney as an editor, advertising copywriter, reviewer and buyer for bookshops. His first book of poems, Creekwater Journal, was published in 1973.
Gray has been a writer-in-residence at Meiji University in Tokyo and at several universities throughout Australia including Geelong College in 1982. He has won the Adelaide Arts Festival and the New South Wales and Victorian Premiers' Awards for poetry. In 1990 he received the ... more »
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In Departing Light
My mother all of ninety has to be tied up
in her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;
she juts there brokenly,
able to cut
with the sight of her someone who is close. She is hung
like her hanging mouth
in the dignity
of her bleariness, and says that she is
perfectly all right. It is impossible to get her to complain
or to register anything
for longer than a moment. She has made Stephen Hawking look healthy.
It’s as though
she is being sucked out of existence sideways through a porthole
and we’ve got hold of her feet.
She’s very ...