Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Robert Graves Poems

121. In Broken Images 1/3/2003
122. Allie 4/1/2010
123. A Ballad Of Nursery Rhyme 4/1/2010
124. A Boy In Church 1/3/2003
125. A Slice Of Wedding Cake 4/1/2010
126. The Naked And The Nude 1/3/2003
127. Symptoms Of Love 1/3/2003
128. I'D Love To Be A Fairy's Child 1/3/2003
129. When I'M Killed 1/3/2003
130. A Pinch Of Salt 1/3/2003
131. She Tells Her Love 1/3/2003
132. Careers 1/3/2003
133. An English Wood 1/3/2003
134. Babylon 1/3/2003
135. Down, Wanton, Down! 1/3/2003
136. A Frosty Night 4/1/2010
137. Cherry-Time 1/3/2003
138. A Child's Nightmare 1/3/2003
139. 1915 1/3/2003
140. Call It A Good Marriage 1/3/2003
141. A Dead Boche 1/3/2003

Comments about Robert Graves

  • aqueelah (11/1/2018 2:14:00 PM)

    I love your poems so sad but so good. It really describes how life was like in the war a lot.

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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.

Read the full of A Dead Boche

The Snapped Thread

Desire, first, by a natural miracle
United bodies, united hearts, blazed beauty;
Transcended bodies, transcended hearts.

Two souls, now unalterably one
In whole love always and for ever,
Soar out of twilight, through upper air,
Let fall their sensous burden.

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