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George Barker - 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
Lifelong the fishlipped lovers lie
   Kissing catastrophes.

O loving garden where I lay
   When under the breasted tree
My son stood up behind my eyes
And groaned: Remember that the price
   Is vinegar for me.

Great summer sun, great summer sun,
   Turn back to the designer:
I would not be the one to start
The breaking day and the breaking heart
   For all the grief in China.

My one, my one, my only love,
   Hide, hide your face in a leaf,
And let the hot tear falling burn
The stupid heart that will not learn
   The everywhere of grief.

Great summer sun, great summer sun,
   Turn back to the never-never
Cloud-cuckoo, happy, far-off land
Where all the love is true love, and
   True love goes on for ever.