About the poet
Sebastian Barker (1945–2014) was the author of many books of poetry and editor of The London...
Tread the cottage grapes to wine,
ascend the cellar stair,
Sit down with me tonight and dine,
there is a purpose here.
I knew you in the days before
we had our stab at being wise.
The rain falls on the roof, the floor
comes as no surprise.
Tell me, did you learn a thing
or two, or did the blood
Prohibit consubstantial learning,
a vicious abstinence your mood?
See the trees provide the flower
forgiving what we all have done,
Administer the simple power
of roses in the garden sun.
O rosaceous wonders on
the gilt of evening, speak to me,
And be the understanding gone
from lilacs, perfect artistry.
from The Erotics of God (Enitharmon, 2004), copyright © Sebastian Barker 2004, used by permission of the author and publisher
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