WHAT INSPIRES US
A WHISKY VOICE
by Alastair / in Words
I heard Robin Robertson read his poems on Saturday night at the Mayfield School Poetry Festival. He reads in a measured, whisky voice. Like low tide, he had a soft rhythm. A polished pebble of a performance, hewn over time. Mesmeric.
For some reason, the following two short quotes move me immensely. It interests me that the precise combination of a small number of words can unlock your heart. That gives me hope.
Robin Robertson, Sailing the Forest (collection of his poetry)
Donegal (last few lines):
I saw a man in the shallows
with his hands full of clothes, full of
all the years,
and his daughter going
where he knew he could not follow.
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