The God Called Poetry (Robert Graves Poems)
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
To you who'd read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I'll say (you've heard it ...
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