A Rhyme Of Friends (Robert Graves Poems)
(In a Style Skeltonical)Listen now this timeShortly to my rhymeThat herewith startsAbout certain kind heartsIn those stricken partsThat lie behind ...
Robert Graves Poems on Books (13 Poems)
The Picture Book (Robert Graves Poems)
When I was not quite five years old I first saw the blue picture book,And Fraulein Spitzenburger toldStories that sent me ...
The Well-Dressed Children (Robert Graves Poems)
Here's flowery taffeta for Mary's new gown: Here's black velvet, all the rage, for Dick's birthday coat.Pearly buttons for you, Mary, ...
The Boy Out Of Church (Robert Graves Poems)
As Jesus and his followers Upon a Sabbath mornWere walking by a wheat field They plucked the ears of corn.They plucked it, ...
A First Review (Robert Graves Poems)
Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys Are here discreetly blent;Admire, you ladies, read, you boys, My Country Sentiment.But Kate says, "Cut ...
Song: One Hard Look (Robert Graves Poems)
Small gnats that flyIn hot JulyAnd lodge in sleeping ears,Can rouse thereinA trumpet's dinWith Day-of-Judgement fears.Small mice at nightCan wake ...
To an Ungentle Critic (Robert Graves Poem)
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
The Poet in the Nursery (Robert Graves Poem)
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient ...
Mr. Philosopher (Robert Graves Poem)
Old Mr. Philosopher Comes for Ben and Claire, An ugly man, a tall man, With bright-red hair. The books that ...
Corporal Stare (Robert Graves Poem)
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
1915 (Robert Graves Poem)
I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bass?e and Bethune; Primroses and the first ...
The Cottage (Robert Graves Poem)
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
Double Red Daisies (Robert Graves Poem)
Double red daisies, they're my flowers, Which nobody else may grow. In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try ...