"Photographers once risked their hands and eyes, igniting vials of magnesium powder, so powerful is the love of the image," says the title poem of Robert’s new collection, Dragging the Lake, whose images range from the northern lights to St. Bridget turning bathwater into beer. "Did you know some people claim to have heard the aurora?" one poem asks. The muses of music and image wrestle in these poems, but from the songs of Elvis Costello to the operas of Leoš Janácek, music seems to prevail, even against "the glorious, trillion-spined black lava slicing through your flip-flops" and "night jasmine kicking the door ajar."