Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Robert Graves Poems

121. Love Without Hope 1/3/2003
122. Warning To Children 1/3/2003
123. In Broken Images 1/3/2003
124. An Old Twenty-Third Man 1/3/2003
125. The Naked And The Nude 1/3/2003
126. When I'M Killed 1/3/2003
127. Symptoms Of Love 1/3/2003
128. I'D Love To Be A Fairy's Child 1/3/2003
129. A Pinch Of Salt 1/3/2003
130. An English Wood 1/3/2003
131. She Tells Her Love 1/3/2003
132. A Boy In Church 1/3/2003
133. Babylon 1/3/2003
134. Down, Wanton, Down! 1/3/2003
135. Careers 1/3/2003
136. A Frosty Night 4/1/2010
137. Cherry-Time 1/3/2003
138. 1915 1/3/2003
139. A Child's Nightmare 1/3/2003
140. A Dead Boche 1/3/2003
141. Call It A Good Marriage 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Robert Graves

Call It A Good Marriage

Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
Except one stray graphologist
Who frowned in speculation
At her h's and her s's,
His p's and w's.

Though few would still subscribe
To the monogamic axiom
That strife below the hip-bones
Need not estrange the heart,
Call it a good marriage:
More drew those two together,
Despite a lack of children,
Than pulled them apart.

Call it a good marriage:
They never fought in public,
They acted circumspectly
And faced the world ...

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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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