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RECOLLECTIONS

OO often and too much intruding, Owl in the bush, devil at the door, In the evening blankness when I litt my head Dissatisfied with every probable choice, Siren recollections, abandoned selves Like bad fruit sprouting mould In the cupboards a frugal wife: Wring your hands, you cannot touch me, For I am loveless now as the ribbed trough Of the unwounded melting sea, Desiring at last no girl to hide in, Anchorage in floating islands,

But bare sea knowledge got by keeping still. re

James K.

Baxter

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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New Zealand Listener, Volume 37, Issue 947, 4 October 1957, Page 25

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RECOLLECTIONS New Zealand Listener, Volume 37, Issue 947, 4 October 1957, Page 25

RECOLLECTIONS New Zealand Listener, Volume 37, Issue 947, 4 October 1957, Page 25

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