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WRITTEN IN A BOARDING HOUSE IN CHRISTCHURCH That a loneliness has driven me to the pen I full well know. And am I aware That this thing is in me. A thing rare Flames about my heart as few will shape. And am I glad for this talent to write That comes but to a few men within a generation, Yet while I sit behind these curtained windows Looking out upon a narrow life With hour upon solitary hour Slipping by into the meadows Of passed days, I wonder about my strife. When I see the couples like blossoming flowers Or the conversing friends secure In the companionship of themselves And think I or myself alone, like some immobility Watching the actions of other men. The lure In me is strong and the very cells Yes the very cells of my body ache to be free.

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Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60

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WRITTEN IN A BOARDING HOUSE IN CHRISTCHURCH Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60

WRITTEN IN A BOARDING HOUSE IN CHRISTCHURCH Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60