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Dover Marine Station  

CT17 9DQ

 

They were wild Western Docks, where British rail-

ways quit the buffers and fleets of trekkers

queued up the peeling platforms. We’d wonder

why the virgin tourists couldn’t fathom

how the wrought-iron wreck was racked by breakers

at England’s end. There, anglers lost their lines

while everyone else thought of digging down

through clay and chalk.

                                    One late day, I rolled

in from Belgium, dashed my duty free down

some railings and felt the break up, coming.