George Barker (poet)

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George Granville Barker (26 February 191327 October 1991) was an English poet and author.


  • To be so closely caught up in the teeth of things that they kill you, no matter how infinitesimally kill you, is, truly, to be a poet: and to be a poet in fact it is additionally necessary that you should possess the tongues and instruments with which to record this series of infinitesimal deaths.
    • "Therefore All Poems Are Elegies" in New Poems : 1940 : An Anthology of British and American Verse (1941) edited by Oscar Williams, p. 15

The True Confession of George Barker[edit]

  • I, born in Essex thirty-four
    Essentially sexual years ago,
    Stepped down, looked around, and saw
    I had been cast a little low
    In the social register
    For the friends whom I now know.
    Is a constable a mister?
    Bob's your uncle, even so.

Turn on your side and bear the day to me[edit]

  • 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
    And show your iceberg secrets, your midnight prizes
    To the green-eyed world and to me.

Summer Song[edit]

  • My one, my one, my only love,
    Hide, hide your face in a leaf,
    And let the hot tear falling burn
    The stupid heart that will not learn
    The everywhere of grief.

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