Jacinta Poem by Will Barber

Yay, my favourite goatherd posting again! :) Atmospheric... want to go to Greece immediately. Further information by postcard please. It's atmospheric, erudite and... kind of sad. Morning Will! t x

Will..... you're here....hooray! ! lovely work, of course.....a poignant illustration....... Love, D.

AWSOME.....TOTALY.............. AWSOME.... SeNoR WhO WoNt SiNg.. but... WiLLheHum :) luv THIS WriTE BUnChES n BunChEs mr WILL..

So gentle and somehow complete, yet echoing with loss........ Esther xx

Innocence about to end. Like the moment when there was still hope for Pedro Páramo, just because he loved Susana San Juan so much.

Shades of Marquez and the epic sense of unreality that is sometimes evoked by writing on turbulent South American issues - since they sometimes seem to be so far removed from the narrow, mainly safe lives most of us know. Very cleverly pitched Will. Understated power lurks in this! Best, jim

There is a certain ime out of mind quality to this poem. Somthing that once was, but can never quite be again. Very compelling, Will. Warm regards, Sandra

Love this one Will. It is so precise in its telling with wonderful visions... a GREAT write. Best CJ

My favorite part of the poem is this stanza. 'The mountaintop is grey, The frogs are silent now. Who will sing? ' The caldera speaks of great violence and upheaval in the past. The banners make me think that Jacinta flees not just literal floods of the rainy season but floods of nationalistic pride, war, that threatens the lives of the young men such as Miguelito. Jacinta daydreams of a different world, and Miguelito dreams of Jacinta. Nice poem. Tell me if I've got it completely wrong.