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Graham Lindsayonline works |
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A Postcard for Mary The bach shed crib (whatever window is hung to the rains’ sailing chords. Mary is sweeping dust which becomes lit like the air inside incinerators as the sun tubes out of a northern arc rippling pier water in the camellia leaves wheat straw across the Takapau plains, to the ardent backs of hills gripping shadow the New Zealand Mounted Rifles camped in dusk bell tents like molluscs photo /stop.
In the doorway Mary clasps
In a hole in an oval land
From Public (Dunedin: Ridge-Pole, 1980) |
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