Robert Gray Poems

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1.
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
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2.
Harbour Dusk

She and I came wandering there through an empty park,
and we laid our hands on a stone parapet’s
fading life. Before us, across the oily, aubergine dark
of the harbour, we could make out yachts –
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3.
A Bowl Of Pears

Swarthy as oilcloth and as squat
as Sancho Panza
wearing a beret’s little stalk
the pear
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4.
Nine Bowls of Water

Clear water, in silvery tin dishes
dented as ping pong balls:
a lemon juice tinge of the staling light is in them;
they've a faint lid of dust.
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5.
Twilight

These long stars
on

stalks
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6.
Wing-Beat

In some last inventory, I’ll have lost a season
through the occlusion
of summer by another hemisphere.
Going there
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7.
Byron Bay: Winter

Barely contained by the eyesight,
the beach makes one great arc -
blue ranges overlapped behind it;
each of them a tide-mark.
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8.
Annotation

It has always seemed to me that neutral things would help us
if only we could hear
the eloquence
of their dumb ministry.
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9.
Flames and Dangling Wire

On a highway over the marshland.
Off to one side, the smoke of different fires in a row,
like fingers spread and dragged to smudge.
It is the always-burning dump.
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10.
The Dying Light

My mother all of ninety has to be tied up
in her wheelchair, yet still she leans far out of it sideways;
she juts there brokenly,
able to cut
...

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