And relating to this, here are a few lines from my long poem Crab & Winkle evidencing Lee's thoughtfulness:
June 1958: The Hotel
Wentley Poems
received in today’s post
from Lee Harwood. Who wouldn’t want
to have written these? In 1958,
year of the Little Chef,
so why am I &c.
Buy underwear, socks,
Pan Am (the building) is a colossal
collection of minimums,
so
Ada Louise Huxtable, New York
Times, 1965
(relayed by Sebastian). But I am not
American,
my poems contain no wild
beestes, no
lady of the lake, I am
down the road (apiece) from the theatre
where crowds queued in 1963
for Cliff Richard’s Summer Holiday.
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