Venery

By Robin Robertson b. 1955 Robin Robertson
What am I to think now,
the white scut
of her bottom
disappearing
down the half-flight
carpet stair
to the bathroom?
What am I to do
with this masted image?
I put all my doubt
to the mouth of her long body,
let her draw the night
out of me like a thorn.
She touched it, and it moved: that's all.

Source: Poetry (November 2007).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

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 Robin  Robertson

Biography

Born in Perthshire, poet Robin Robertson was brought up on the northeast coast of Scotland where, as he says in a 2008 interview, “history, legend and myth merged cohesively in the landscape.” Robertson’s early influences include the stories of Celtic and Classical myth, the vernacular ballads, and folklore. His deeply sensory poems explore notions of love and loss framed by the dialogue between the classical and the . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Relationships, Love, Men & Women, Desire

POET’S REGION Scotland

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