Robert Gray

(23 February 1945 - / New South Wales / Australia)

Harbour Dusk - Poem by Robert Gray

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 –

beneath an overcast sky, that was mauve underlit,
against a far shore of dark, crumbling bush.
Part of the city, to our left, was fruit shop bright.
After the summer day, a huge, moist hush.

The yachts were far across their empty fields of water.
One, at times, was gently rested like a quill.
They seemed to whisper, slipping amongst each other,
always hovering, as though resolve were ill.

Away off, through the strung Bridge, a sky of mulberry
and orange chiffon. Mauve-grey, each sloven sail –
like nursing sisters in a deep corridor, some melancholy;
or nuns, going to an evening confessional.


Comments about Harbour Dusk by Robert Gray

  • Silver Star - 3,167 Points Michael Morgan (5/19/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    has Chekhovian hope and abandon. (Report) Reply

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