Sun cataracts a whiteness
across the mirror’s glare:
all light and all blindness
folded together there.
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December
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- Art
- Philosophical gas
- Non-paradox
- Criticism of Poetry
- ‘The mystic obscurity of illumination…’
- The mortality of space
- Two contrary positions
- Varieties of Light
- On depression
- Jesus Christ as Lord and King
- On atheism
- The image
- Modern Times
- On Tony Blair
- Fathers and daughters
- Two summer poems (for midwinter)
- Air
- On Silence
- On defining poetry
- Alice the Mystic
- Volcano mathematics
- Passion
- Age
- Goldcrest
- Heaven
- Buoyancy
- Fire
- On being a good teacher
- Lady Macbeth
- Writing about love
- On the re-definition of a commonly-used term
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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