Thursday, 10 February 2011

The Thursday Poem


Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras


To My Mother

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,
Irresistible as Rabelais, but most tender for
The lame dogs and hurt birds that surround her, -
She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.

She will not glance up at the bomber, or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all my faith, and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning to morning.

George Barker
(26th February 1913 - 27th October 1991)

from the book: Poem for the Day One

2 comments:

Jennifer said...

That's a very powerful poem...very beautifully written...have a nice day! :O)

Sharon said...

I've never really been 'into' poetry, to be honest, but since making Thursday my poem day I have come across some wonderful stuff!