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Robert Graves: Mr. Philosopher
Mr. PhilosopherOld Mr. Philosopher Comes for Ben and Claire, An ugly man, a tall man, With bright-red hair.The books that he's written No one can read. "In fifty years they'll…Robert Graves: Smoke-Rings
Smoke-RingsBoyMost venerable and learned sir, Tall and true Philosopher, These rings of smoke you blow all day With such deep thought, what sense have they?PhilosopherSmall friend, with…Robert Graves: Sorley's Weather
Sorley's WeatherWhen outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter?Shall I make a gentle song Here in my firelit study, When…Robert Graves: Strong Beer
Strong Beer"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I."There's a place for everything, Everything, anything, There's a place for everything Where it ought to…Robert Graves: The Assault Heroic
The Assault HeroicDown in the mud I lay, Tired out by my long day Of five damned days and nights, Five sleepless days and nights, ... Dream-snatched, and set me where The dungeon of Despair…Robert Graves: The Bough of Nonsense
The Bough of NonsenseAn IdyllBack from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand years This Summer, and I'm nine parts dead." R. "…Robert Graves: The Cruel Moon
The Cruel MoonThe cruel Moon hangs out of reach Up above the shadowy beech. Her face is stupid, but her eye Is small and sharp and very sly. Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad? No, that's…Robert Graves: The Lady Visitor in the Pauper Ward
The Lady Visitor in the Pauper WardWhy do you break upon this old, cool peace, This painted peace of ours, With harsh dress hissing like a flock of geese, With garish flowers? Why do you…Robert Graves: The Last Post
The Last PostThe bugler sent a call of high romance— "Lights out! Lights out!" to the deserted square. On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer, "God, if it's this for me next time in…Robert Graves: The Next War
The Next WarYou young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at Royal Welch Fusiliers, Happy though these hours you spend, Have they…Trending
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