George Barker Poems

Most near, most dear, most loved and most far,
Under the window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
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Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
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January jumps about
in the frying pan
trying to heat
his frozen feet
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I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
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Grandfather, Grandfather,
what do pandas say?
Grandfather, Grandfather,
as among the rocks they roll
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Not less light shall the gold and the green lie
On the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, than
Love lay yesterday on the breast like a beast.
Not less light shall God tread my maze of nerve
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Today, recovering from influenza,
I begin, having nothing worse to do,
This autobiography that ends a
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Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Beloved, sceptre-struck, immured
In the glass wall of sleep. Slowly
Uncloud the borealis of your eye
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Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows day
Day and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,
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Against the eagled
Hemisphere
I lean my eager
Editorial ear
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