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Robert Graves: Escape
Escape(August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) ... But I was dead, an hour or more. I woke when I'd…Robert Graves: Faun
FaunHere down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name about; He sang, with oaken stock His steps from rock to rock In…Robert Graves: Finland
FinlandFeet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand.The skies are jewelled all around, The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground, The Finn with…Robert Graves: In the Wilderness
In the WildernessChrist of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk That listened wondering. He heard the bitterns…Robert Graves: Jonah
JonahA purple whale Proudly sweeps his tail Towards Nineveh; Glassy green Surges between A mile of roaring sea."O town of gold, Of splendour multifold, Lucre and lust, Leviathan's eye Can…Robert Graves: Marigolds
MarigoldsWith a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or cut or burn, She will ever yet return.Look: the constant marigold…Robert Graves: Not Dead
Not DeadWalking through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David's with me here again. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Caressingly I stroke Rough hark of the friendly oak.…Robert Graves: The Caterpillar
The CaterpillarUnder this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf by leaf away.Down beneath grow dandelions, Daisies,…Robert Graves: The Cottage
The CottageHere in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school; Now somehow it's come to me To light the fire and…Robert Graves: The Spoilsport
The SpoilsportMy familiar ghost again Comes to see what he can see, Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Spying on our privacy.Slam the window, bolt the door, Yet he'll enter in and stay; In…Trending
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