Robert Graves

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 Perceval Graves, a celebrated Irish Больше
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The Beach

Louder than gulls the little children scream Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam;
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high,
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes— Heroes of the nursery
The horny boatman, who has seen whal...

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Symptoms Of Love

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the
Blotting out reason
Symptoms of true

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Cherry-Time

Cherries of the night are
Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper When he pipes his magic tune: Merry, merry, Take a cherry; Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder, Mine are sweeter For the eater Under the moon
And you’ll...

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Smoke-Rings

OY Most venerable and learned sir, Tall and true Philosopher, These rings of smoke you blow all day With such deep thought, what sense have they
ER Small friend, with prayer and meditation I make an image of Creation
And if your mind is ...

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Corporal Stare

Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune— Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal Money could buy or batman steal
Five hungry lads welcomed the
With shouts that nearly cracked the dish; Asparagus came with tender to...

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To Robert Nichols

(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: “I am just finishing my ‘Faun’s Holiday
’ I wish you were here to feed him with cherries
~~~~~”Here by a snowbound river In scrapen holes we shiver, And like old b...

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Sorley’s Weather

When 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 outside the winds blow strong And the lanes are muddy
With old wine and d...

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I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned

Look at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas
The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are boats and barges anchored to the sands, With mighty cliffs all round;
They’re full of wine and riches from far lands…
I wonder ...

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Counting The Beats

You, love, and I,(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and
What care you or I
Counting the beats,

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Faun

Here 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 safety keeping, “Here Faun is free, Here Faun is free
” Tod...

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The Cottage

Here 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 hold the key, Here in Heaven to reign alone
All the walls are w...

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The Shivering Beggar

AR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, The old man trembled for the fierce cold
Saint Edward cried, “It is monstrous sinA beggar to lie in rags so thin

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