(from the Welsh)
May they stumble, stage by stage
On an endless Pilgrimage
Dawn and dusk, mile after mile
At each and every step a stile
At each and every step withal
May they catch their feet and fall
At each and every fall they take
May a bone within them break
And may the bone that breaks within
Not be, for variations sake
Now rib, now thigh, now arm, now shin
but always, without fail, the NECK
(Robert Graves)
More Poetry from Robert Graves:
- A Rhyme Of Friends (Robert Graves Poems)
- The Picture Book (Robert Graves Poems)
- The God Called Poetry (Robert Graves Poems)
- Recalling War (Robert Graves Poems)
- Sullen Moods (Robert Graves Poems)
- The Voice Of Beauty Drowned (Robert Graves Poems)