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This poem is taken from PN Review 138, Volume 27 Number 4, March - April 2001.

Four Poems Robert Gray

Byron Bay: Winter

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

About me, swamp-oaks' foliage
streams: hatching by Cézanne.
Off in the heath, a guard's carriage
follows the vats of a train.

A creek spoils the hem of the sea;
spread on the beach in flutes
it has the redness of black tea,
from the swamp's sodden roots.

Behind, cloudy afternoon swells,
the colour of claret stain.
The sunlit town is strewn like shells.
Its lighthouse, a tiny pawn.
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