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. Dicky 4/1/2010
16. Hawk And Buckle 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. Nebuchadnezzar's Fall 4/1/2010
21. Loving Henry 4/1/2010
22. The 4/1/2010
23. Neglectful Edward 4/1/2010
24. Manticor In Arabia 4/1/2010
25. Give Us Rain 4/1/2010
26. The Cupboard 4/1/2010
27. The Pier-Glass 4/1/2010
28. The Lost Love 4/1/2010
29. The Patchwork Quilt 4/1/2010
30. The Beacon 4/1/2010
31. Outlaws 4/1/2010
32. Sospan Fach 4/1/2010
33. Here They Lie 4/1/2010
34. It's A Queer Time 4/1/2010
35. Star-Talk 4/1/2010
36. Rocky Acres 4/1/2010
37. The Spoilsport 1/3/2003
38. Tom Taylor 4/1/2010
39. Sullen Moods 4/1/2010
40. Haunted 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Robert Graves

A Dead Boche

To you who'd read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I'll say (you've heard it said before)
"War's Hell! " and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.

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Faun

Here down this very way,
Here only yesterday
    King Faun went leaping.
He sang, with careless shout
Hurling his name about;
He sang, with oaken stock
His steps from rock to rock
    In safety keeping,
    “Here Faun is free,

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