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Not Dead

Walking 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 bark of the friendly oak.

A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his.  Turf burns with pleasant smoke;  I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses.  All that is simple, happy, strong, he is.  Over the whole wood in a little

Breaks his slow smile.

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Robert Graves

Robert von Ranke Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985) was a British poet, historical novelist, critic, and classicist. His father was Alfred …

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