That is a great poem, Alick - and one I'd not met before. I particularly enjoyed:
Or when you return
Browner than Alexander, from Malta,
Where you have leaned over the side, in harbour,
And seen in the clear water
The salmon tins, wrecks and tiny explosions of crystal fish,
I've just heard Causley read this at:
https://www.discogs.com/release/1222...oems-1951-1975
It's the third poem in.