Whereas a lot of poets (at least the ones I read) will take a small moment or detail and use it as a spring board for a larger idea, Robertson stays in the moment and allows any larger thoughts to emerge subtly, particularly when he’s (re)writing myths.

His imagery is beautiful. Consider this opening, from “Signs on a White Field” –

The sun’s hinge on the burnt horizon / has woken the sealed lake, / leaving a sleeve of sound.

Enjoy it.