Untitled (In the Duke of Wellington as the evenings grew darker)

In the Duke of Wellington as the evenings grew darker
In nineteen fifty four I met George Barker;
Smug he was and confident of his latest Vision - 
Greatest English poet since Auden went on the Foreign Mission.
Hard was the heart that I ttied [sic] to influence
For all that I got was a patronising glance.
Unknown to the Sunday reviewers how sad I felt!
Just another rather ridiculous Celt