'And what was it like,' I asked him,
'Meeting Eliot?'
'When he looked at you,'
He said, 'it was like standing on a quay
Watching the prow of the Queen Mary
Come towards you, very slowly.'
Now it seems
I'm standing on a pierhead watching him
All the while watching me as he rows out
And a wooden end-stopped stern
Labours and shimmers and dips,
Making no real headway.
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