Poems by Robin Wyatt Dunn
POETRY EDITOR Ananya S Guha’s note:
Robin Wyatt Dunn‘s poems are marked by brevity. The images are abstract and the poise esoteric. Yet at every point there is rhythm, which maintains a distinct harmony and balance in his poems. He is an abject word teaser emphasising on a meticulous craft. Read his poems for the sheer finery of poetry, no verbosity, no extra jibe, but a distilled expression of true poetry. Thoroughly enjoyable- at the same time a seriousness which cannot be overlooked.
—
6 billion writers
spilling ink
all over their clothes
in the laundry
in the sack
in the breeze
on the telephone line
my love
~
bend low
chew the grain
send my love
into the sky
my eye follows you
even when I’m asleep
~
burn me
and be
broke under me the way you used to do
or maybe that’s a lie
and all befores don’t matter now:
burn me and break the skin
I’ll begin then
with the sin of my shout:
~
fish again
beat me and go
I found the earth below
your thought
I found someone like grendel in the basement
some terminal handle on the device of Man:
beat me and go
I break better than a stone
I break slow
(like music)
like a ruse you learned as a child and will relearn again
every year now, till we’re done:
the fun is in the stun-gun of your love
use it slow
and remember how well I love you:
~
dream readily and in the face of silent dins the earth
the rich rewards of truth can sound like lies
me eyes it’s yours the burning worth of your endurance to our end
bending right and then
the terrible spell
turn in and out
doubt my hand
break stand and shout
levitate the Indus
in your mouth
water’s fine
~
Enliven me
all alone
break broke beating slow
my own
this poem reeks of ardor
murderous
my all my own
poet grows alone
patiently
waiting
for oceans
for the hue of the ocean
blue inside
—
Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles.