George Barker Love Poems

  • 1.
    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,
    ...
  • 2.
    January jumps about
    in the frying pan
    trying to heat
    his frozen feet
    ...
  • 3.
    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
    ...
  • 4.
    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
    ...
  • 5.
    Grandfather, Grandfather,
    what do pandas say?
    Grandfather, Grandfather,
    as among the rocks they roll
    ...
  • 6.
    The words are always as
    strange and dead as those
    fragments and oddments that
    the wave casts up on the shore:
    ...
  • 7.
    To the memory of my father

    At Thurgarton Church the sun
    burns the winter clouds over
    ...
  • 8.
    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,
    ...
Total 8 Love Poems by George Barker

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jerome kohn: am seraching for a poem by George Barker with these verses:
I have been too long away from my domain
Too much pursued my own will-o-the whips
Against a stranger pillow
To think that destinations conver
the running sore of separation.


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