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Robert Graves: I'd Love to be a Fairy's Child

I'd Love to be a Fairy's ChildChildren born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Marry when…

Fairies and Fusiliers

Robert Graves1918ContentsTo an Ungentle CriticAn Old Twenty-Third ManTo Lucasta on Going to the War— for the Fourth TimeTwo FusiliersTo Robert NicholsDead Cow FarmGoliath And DavidBabylonMr.…

Robert Graves: John Skelton

John SkeltonWhat could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank old Skelton? He was no monstrous Milton, Nor wrote no "…

Robert Graves: Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood

Letter to S.S. from Mametz WoodI never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For jolly old "Après-la-guerre."Well, when it's…

Robert Graves: Love and Black Magic

Love and Black MagicTo the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up with a weary smile At the rafter-hanging crocodile, The slowly swinging…

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…