Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

1915 - Poem by Robert Graves

I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow,
In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first warm day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,
August, and yellowing Autumn, so
To Winter nights knee-deep in mud or snow,
And you’ve been everything.

Dear, you’ve been everything that I most lack
In these soul-deadening trenches—pictures, books,
Music, the quiet of an English wood,
Beautiful comrade-looks,
The narrow, bouldered mountain-track,
The broad, full-bosomed ocean, green and black,
And Peace, and all that’s good.


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  • (6/6/2018 4:01:00 AM)


    bad poem but tbh his wife is fit (Report) Reply

  • (6/6/2018 4:00:00 AM)


    stupid but tbh his wife is proper fit (Report) Reply

  • (11/2/2005 9:19:00 AM)


    An amazing poem, beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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