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1 - "The harbour is an ironing board:
Flat-iron tugs dash smoothing toward
any shirt of a ship, any pillowslip
of a freighter they decree
must be ironed flat as washing from the sea"
From Wellington Harbour is a Laundry
Denis Glover
DSC, D Litt (Hons) Victoria University of Wellington
Soviet War Veteran’s Medal
Typographer, publisher, boxer, sailor, satirist, poet.
- what a surprising mixture, a publisher and a poet...
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2 - "And now as I grow in years
I feel at times like an old
violin played on by a master
and you dear city are
the maestro drawing the bow
over the sensibilities of my mind
echoing the music
of my days."