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

  • Gold Star - 13,411 Points Terry Craddock (5/31/2015 10:51:00 PM)

    Oily Harbour Waters: Our Salient Beating Lives?

    gathers darkness dust
    beneath an overcast sky
    falling upon the harbour
    the yachts the water;

    what are the yachts saying
    far across empty fields of water
    resting poised like a quill
    what do they rise to whisper?

    slipping insights to each other
    what will time write or has time
    written across the oily harbour
    waters of our salient beating lives?


    Copyright © Terence George Craddock
    Inspired by the poem 'Harbour Dusk' by Robert Gray.
    Dedicated to the poet Robert Gray. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 13,411 Points Terry Craddock (5/31/2015 8:20:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem, with darkness dust, 'beneath an overcast sky' falling upon the harbour the yachts the water; what are the yachts saying 'far across their empty fields of water', resting like a quill; what do they rise to whisper 'slipping amongst each other', what will time write or has time written, across the oily harbour waters of our lives? (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,520 Points Michael Morgan (5/19/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    has Chekhovian hope and abandon. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 8, 2012



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