Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Robert Graves Poems

121. A First Review 4/1/2010
122. To Juan At The Winter Solstice 1/3/2003
123. In Broken Images 1/3/2003
124. The Naked And The Nude 1/3/2003
125. An Old Twenty-Third Man 1/3/2003
126. When I'M Killed 1/3/2003
127. A Boy In Church 1/3/2003
128. Symptoms Of Love 1/3/2003
129. She Tells Her Love 1/3/2003
130. I'D Love To Be A Fairy's Child 1/3/2003
131. A Pinch Of Salt 1/3/2003
132. An English Wood 1/3/2003
133. Careers 1/3/2003
134. Babylon 1/3/2003
135. Down, Wanton, Down! 1/3/2003
136. Cherry-Time 1/3/2003
137. A Frosty Night 4/1/2010
138. A Child's Nightmare 1/3/2003
139. 1915 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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Most venerable and learned sir,
Tall and true Philosopher,
These rings of smoke you blow all day
With such deep thought, what sense have they?


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