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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY MOTHER, by GEORGE BARKER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Most near, most dear, most loved and most far, Last Line: That she will move from mourning into morning. Variant Title(s): Sonnet To My Mother Subject(s): Love; Mothers; World War Ii; Second World War | |||
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 the 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 into morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORT OF EMBARKATION by RANDALL JARRELL GREATER GRANDEUR by ROBINSON JEFFERS FAMILY GROUP by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE IN PICTURES by JAMES MCMICHAEL READING MY POEMS FROM WORLD WAR II by WILLIAM MEREDITH HOLY POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER |
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