Robert Gray Poems
|1.||Byron Bay: Winter||12/20/2016|
|3.||The Dying Light||12/20/2016|
|5.||Flames and Dangling Wire||12/20/2016|
|6.||Nine Bowls of Water||12/20/2016|
|9.||A Bowl Of Pears||5/8/2012|
|11.||In Departing Light||5/8/2012|
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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 ...