This poem is taken from PN Review 96, Volume 20 Number 4, March - April 1994.
'Verses for George Barker'i
As I'll no longer listen to
What is paradox and true
O juggler of word and joke
Killed, unserious as Grock,
Whose diamond cutter wit
Inciser of transparent truth
Upon a living pane's no more -
O aureate humorist
Dimmed it is, diminished,
I now am and we are.
ii
Zennor hill, Noon Veor,
Bosporthennis, Tregerthen,
These we shall not see again
Though the ghost of that summer
Lingers on when I remember.
A sea glitters in the sun.
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