Will Barber

Rookie (1948 / TX)

Dover Beach, Revisited - Poem by Will Barber

Come praise unnecessary wars, although
Videos and narratives must disprove
Theses of conspiracy theorists, who
Govern us from their pretended love

Of Freedom, and Democracy. Rhetoric
Trumps reality, no facts must interfere
With their Dominion. Never dare connect
Belief with fact, lest then there should appear

Black helicopters, agents unidentified
Who confiscate your dreams, and then deride
Plain evidence. Time is not on your side,
You poets! Write of waves and tides

That echo on some distant, white-cliffed shore -
Rattling pebbles, gestures, winds - no more.

2006


Comments about Dover Beach, Revisited by Will Barber

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (5/18/2009 8:54:00 AM)

    Love this one Will.. Also love Matthew Arnold's poem of same name. ('cept the revisited I guess! !) Great poem. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Luis Gil (9/10/2008 9:51:00 AM)

    Never let fact interfere with farce. The show must go on. Truth is a beautiful empty vase which has been lost and nobody remembers what it looks like. Great poem, Will. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Zen Bojczuk (6/12/2007 12:09:00 PM)

    Really like this one too. Zen (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Emma Johnson (5/22/2007 4:19:00 AM)

    You poets! Write of waves and tides
    That echo on some distant white-cliffed shore
    Rattling pebbles, gestures, winds - no more.

    No wonder it is entitled 'Dover Beach, Revisited' - one of the best literary-allusion poems. I hope that we shall be spared the confiscation of dreams. It is all that is left. With love, Susie xxx. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (2/1/2007 8:46:00 AM)

    Quite simply stunning! Love the closeout, certainly does read as troubled but brilliant nontheless.... Great write/read! HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 237 Points Patrick Ladbrooke (2/1/2007 2:06:00 AM)

    I've read this one of yours twice - it impresses even more the second time. Dark yet tinged with hope in the third from last line, it is beautifully written.

    Patrick (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (1/4/2007 4:20:00 PM)

    Come to the muddy window. The air is minging (as they say in Scotland) . But there is still joy, still love, still light! It's just that it's never been as stifled as now by the forces (and all the processes leading to this 'strange fruit') you've so eloquently and brilliantly sliced up! 'a darkling plain' it may be but some one has to stand and fight. This is a stand Mr Barber. You're on your own Mr Barber! No, I don't think so. The Scholar Gypsy's concerns seemed overwhelming to him then. What would his reaction have been in days such as these! Disbelief. Too many cliches (where is that damned acute accent?) in this comment he might have thought. But they're all from the heart. Your work is superb. If Tailor Bell is impressed.... what can I say! jim (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 7 Points Tailor Bell (10/22/2006 5:44:00 AM)

    something definitely awakens here in these troubling words. brilliant work, Will. awesome read. -Tailor (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Esther Leclerc (9/7/2006 10:46:00 AM)

    Absolutely worth further readings to fully appreciate... Rhetoric rules in government, while we are left to search out truth without facts, quite often. Have faith, not in the system, but in something higher. Your friend, Esther (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Joseph Daly (9/7/2006 6:18:00 AM)

    This is a great construct Will. The diatribe does not descend into rant and so the piece as a whole, is great and works well. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (9/7/2006 5:51:00 AM)

    Eloquent, pensive and worldly wise.This is a poem of pervasive sadness. Take care, Will.

    Kind regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, September 3, 2010


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