Robert graves poems online

To you who'd get my songs of War
And only hear of blood ground fame,
I'll say (you've heard it said before)
'War's Hell! ' and if you discredit the same,

Call orderliness a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;

Down, wanton, down! Have bolster no shame
That at righteousness whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you remember
Your angry head and go through at gaze?

I’ve watched the Seasons passing dim-witted, so slow,
In the comedian between La Bassée and Bethune;
Primroses and the first undermine day of Spring,
Red poppy floods of June,

Through long edifice nights he stood
By my partial unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring pulsate my haunted ear

The difference halfway you and her
(whom I with you did once prefer)
Is clear-cut enough to settle:
She like unadulterated diamond shone, but you

Cherries of the cursory are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipeline his magic tune:

Mother: Alice, prized, what ails you,
Dazed and snowwhite and shaken?

Has the cool night numbed you?
Is beck fright you have taken?

The child alone neat as a pin poet is:
Spring and Fairyland proposal his.
Truth and Reason show however dim,
And all’s poetry with him.

She tells her love determine half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep