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  • Author:agent Robert Adamson http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/adamson-robert
Issue Details: First known date: 1989... 1989 The Clean Dark
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Contents

* Contents derived from the Sydney, New South Wales,:Paper Bark Press , 1989 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Angel's Own Kind : 2 : Law of the Landi"Her best friend said, Don't listen, don't go,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 49) Section: Part 2: The Speaking Page
Note: Angel's Own Kind is a sequence of three numbered and titled poems: 1 Ram Lives; 2 Law of the Land; 3 Last Rites.
Angel's Own Kind : 3 : Last Ritesi"With their club out through country towns,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 50) Section: Part 2: The Speaking Page
Note: Angel's Own Kind is a sequence of three numbered and titled poems: 1 Ram Lives; 2 Law of the Land; 3 Last Rites.
American Sonneti"I am the snow bandit who must travel", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 51) Section: Part 2: The Speaking Page
Note: No dedication.
Harriet Westbrook Looks at the Serpentinei"We reached Edinburgh and were alone, a few", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 52-53) Section: Part 2: The Speaking Page
Note: First line: We reached Edinburgh
Lady Faithi"What makes poetry for me these days of fear", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 59) Section: Part 3: Imagination, a Flame with many Tongues
Drawn with Lighti"An owl swooping low over the city, silently", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 60-61) Section: Part 3: Imagination, a Flame with many Tongues
Imagination, a Flame with Many Tonguesi"When I first started poetry I wrote in ink,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 62) Section: Part 3: Imagination, a Flame with many Tongues
An Elm Tree in Paddingtoni"Branches of grape-vine thick as ankles", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 63) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
Glenmore Road, A Nocturnei"When the moon somehow rises above", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 64) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
Seven Daysi"Seven days with nothing to do but live", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 65) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
Clear Water Reckoningi"I write into the long black morning,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 66-67) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
The Details Necessaryi"Tar on the dirt drifts to afternoon's", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 68-69) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
No Memory, No Magici"Anger cancerously buried itself", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 70-71) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
Note: Dedication: after Miklos Radnoti. First line: Anger cancerously buried itself in my heart
As Imperceptibly...i"Before you know you're drifting off", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 72-73) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
Note: Dedication: for Miklos Radnoti.
Sonnets for Robert Duncan 1919-1988i"Life today is a flowering bush of blue,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 74-77) Section: Part 3: Imagination, A Flame with Many Tongues
No River, No Deathi"Awake after years; sudden exploding mangroves,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 83-86) Section: Part 4: No River, No Death
Phasing Out the Mangrovesi"Now it has been drawn up and swamp", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 87) Section: Part 4: No River, No Death
Blue Feathered Sonneti"They were there in all things I remember,", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 88) Section: Part 4: No River, No Death
Farming the Oystersi"They move their black stick bundles", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 89) Section: Part 4: No River, No Death
What's Slaughtered's Gonei"How long then since", Robert Adamson , single work poetry (p. 90-91) Section: Part 4: No River, No Death
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