Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge 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 her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
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I think it's pretty fabulous too. 'Mother' an imovable force, the second line, tells me she is a large lady who shakes and moves when laughing - 'seismic with laughter' what a wonderful way to describe her. I also feel that she is a woman so full of love for everything around her and wears it like a shield, so much so that she refuses to shelter from the war surrounding her.
This poem is a tribute to not only a Mother but a stoic lady, of immeasurable love and strength.
George Barker describes her so well I can visualise her with no problem at all.
Excellent poem.
~Von~ -
wonderful
i think this poem is just fabulous
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