1915 Poem by Robert Graves

1915

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anne wearden 19 July 2018

Bricked images

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Keith 06 June 2018

bad poem but tbh his wife is fit

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Dr West 06 June 2018

stupid but tbh his wife is proper fit

1 2 Reply
Uriah Hamilton 02 November 2005

An amazing poem, beautiful.

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