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George Barker

(26 February 1913 – 27 October 1991 / Essex, England)

Summer Song

I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.

Great summer sun, great summer sun,
All loss burns in trophies;
And in the cold sheet of the sky

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