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Robert Graves: Dead Cow Farm
Dead Cow Farm An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud: Under her warm…Robert Graves: Double Red Daisies
Double Red DaisiesDouble red daisies, they're my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try it sometimes—but no, I root them up because they're my…Robert Graves: Free Verse
Free VerseI now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, Without let or omission, Just any little rhyme In any little time…Robert Graves: Goliath And David
Goliath And David(For D.C.T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: Out between the lines he went To that one-sided tournament, A…Robert Graves: I Wonder what it Feels Like to be Drowned?
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,…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…Trending
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