Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Seaport - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Green sea-tarnished copper
And sea-tarnished gold
Channelled by salt air
That wears the white stone.
The sunlight-filled cistern
Of a dry-dock. Square shadows.
Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes.
Water pressed up by ships' prows
City dust turned
Back by the sea-wind's
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