(from 'Pipe Dreams in Ponsonby')
Walking one high bright clear midnight through the clear streets I met Anna of the 5 towns & put my hand on her shoulder. we walked a slow quiet mile or 2 / under trees & streetlamps. talking quietly all the while of life & death & love especially love. not putting it on her by any means O no! just finding out about old friends & good times long ago. yes.page 15
& holding hands up jervois road to where we could see the harbour lights & then a long silent time down college hill to where beneath the beautiful gasworks we were joined by her great sisters & brothers dressed like the very poor but filled with quiet joy & the sensual peace of angels! walking quietly through the deep streets into the heart of night/ & under the gentle hands of time remembering all the good lives/ long ago.