Here you will find the Poem To Any Member Of My Generation of poet George Barker
What is it you remember? - the summer mornings Down by the river at Richmond with a girl, And as you kissed, clumsy in bathing costumes, History guffawed in a rosebush. What a warning - If only we had known, if only we had known! And when you looked in mirrors was this meaning Plain as the pain in the centre of a pearl? Horrible tomorrow in Teutonic postures Making absurd the past we cannot disown? Whenever we kissed we cocked the future's rifles And from our wild-oat words, like dragon's teeth, Death underfoot now arises; when we were gay Dancing together in what we hoped was life, Who was it in our arms but the whores of death Whom we have found in our beds today, today?
