Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HOLY POEMS: 3, by GEORGE BARKER



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HOLY POEMS: 3, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The monarch who wears a shrieking crown
Last Line: Cruel to be kind to all his kind is he.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


The monarch who wears a shrieking crown
Is us. All whipping tongues and words
Flash at our head and doom us down:
The sex of our cherubim is swords.
When we step down out of our beds or doors
The burning bush springs up between our feet;
Our smile is bright with tiger, and the days
Turn us like dogs in their drums. Then comes
Spinning and shining among us like wheels,
Throwing off visions to lead us home,
God -- snatches me up in finger and thumb,
Douses me like a glimmer, And I see
Cruel to be kind to all his kind is he.




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