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August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)

…but I was dead, an hour or more.
I woke when I’d already passed the door
That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road
To Lethe, as an old Greek signpost showed.
Above me, on my stretcher swinging by,
I saw new stars in the subterrene sky:
A Cross, a Rose in bloom, a Cage with bars,
And a barbed Arrow feathered in fine stars.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 17 February 2019
One of the greatest poems of Robert Graves.
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P W 24 March 2008
There is no way we - of the modern generation - can possibly empathise with the sickness that was ww1. This poem gives a hint of horror.
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