Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Babylon - Poem by Robert Graves

The child alone a poet is:
Spring and Fairyland are his.
Truth and Reason show but dim,
And all’s poetry with him.
Rhyme and music flow in plenty
For the lad of one-and-twenty,
But Spring for him is no more now
Than daisies to a munching cow;
Just a cheery pleasant season,
Daisy buds to live at ease on.
He’s forgotten how he smiled
And shrieked at snowdrops when a child,
Or wept one evening secretly
For April’s glorious misery.
Wisdom made him old and wary
Banishing the Lords of Faery.
Wisdom made a breach and battered
Babylon to bits: she scattered
To the hedges and ditches
All our nursery gnomes and witches.
Lob and Puck, poor frantic elves,
Drag their treasures from the shelves.
Jack the Giant-killer’s gone,
Mother Goose and Oberon,
Bluebeard and King Solomon.
Robin, and Red Riding Hood
Take together to the wood,
And Sir Galahad lies hid
In a cave with Captain Kidd.
None of all the magic hosts,
None remain but a few ghosts
Of timorous heart, to linger on
Weeping for lost Babylon.


Comments about Babylon by Robert Graves

  • (8/9/2015 4:19:00 PM)


    ...very nice...love the theme of imagination ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (11/17/2008 8:54:00 AM)


    The transition from childhood to growing up and losing our imagination only to be given a second chance when we reach senility or learn to touch our inner child.My poem Daisies Bloom in Autumn's Wood captures a similar idea. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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