Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Robert Graves Poems

1. A Valentine 5/9/2015
2. Mermaid, Dragon, Fiend 8/3/2016
3. She Tells Her Love 11/21/2014
4. The Patchwork Bonnet 4/1/2010
5. The Three Drinkers 4/1/2010
6. The Kiss 3/30/2015
7. The Promised Lullaby 4/1/2010
8. Nine O'Clock 4/1/2010
9. Morning Phœnix 4/1/2010
10. The Boy In Church 4/1/2010
11. The Boy Out Of Church 4/1/2010
12. The Picture Book 4/1/2010
13. Jane 4/1/2010
14. Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock 4/1/2010
15. Hawk And Buckle 4/1/2010
16. Dicky 4/1/2010
17. The General Elliott 4/1/2010
18. The God Called Poetry 4/1/2010
19. The Voice Of Beauty Drowned 4/1/2010
20. Loving Henry 4/1/2010
21. Nebuchadnezzar's Fall 4/1/2010
22. The 4/1/2010
23. The Cupboard 4/1/2010
24. Neglectful Edward 4/1/2010
25. Manticor In Arabia 4/1/2010
26. Give Us Rain 4/1/2010
27. The Pier-Glass 4/1/2010
28. Fox's Dingle 4/1/2010
29. Song: One Hard Look 4/1/2010
30. The Beacon 4/1/2010
31. Outlaws 4/1/2010
32. Sullen Moods 4/1/2010
33. Sospan Fach 4/1/2010
34. Haunted 4/1/2010
35. It's A Queer Time 4/1/2010
36. Star-Talk 4/1/2010
37. Rocky Acres 4/1/2010
38. The Lost Love 4/1/2010
39. The Patchwork Quilt 4/1/2010
40. The Spoilsport 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Graves

Call It A Good Marriage

Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
Except one stray graphologist
Who frowned in speculation
At her h's and her s's,
His p's and w's.

Though few would still subscribe
To the monogamic axiom
That strife below the hip-bones
Need not estrange the heart,
Call it a good marriage:
More drew those two together,
Despite a lack of children,
Than pulled them apart.

Call it a good marriage:
They never fought in public,
They acted circumspectly
And faced the world ...

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Not To Sleep

Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
Counting no sheep and careless of chimes
Welcoming the dawn confabulation
Of birch, her children, who discuss idly
Fanciful details of the promised coming -
Will she be wearing red, or russet, or blue,
Or pure white? - whatever she wears, glorious:
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
This is given to few but at last to me,

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