Elegy for George Barker
Anthony Thwaite, 21 November 1991
“... The mystery that was also poetry. Whatever words flew up, whatever scanned, Became that moment. St George had claimed his own. Imago, image, creator and creating Took root within the reliquary bone. Years past, years gone. I have learnt since then You were no god, for only God is that. That was a truth I know you would endorse. And yet some angels mingle among ... ”