Poems by Robert Graves
Knowledge Of God
... (Here glut of bread, there lack of bread) ...
A Lover Since Childhood
... Wanting relief in the friendship of flower or tree ...
Letter To S.S. From Mametz Wood
... Well catch the Persian rose-flowers scent,&emsp ...
The Voice Of Beauty Drowned
... They craned their necks, they fluttered wings, ...
Here They Lie
... They were true men, they had pride ...
The Patchwork Bonnet
... Calls out again for playthings, playthings, playthings ...
The Lady Visitor In The Pauper Ward
... Leave us to quiet dreaming and slow pain,&emsp ...
Dicky
... To grudge the dead their ghostly dark ...
The Naked And The Nude
... While draping by a showman's trick ...
Symptoms of Love
... Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers ...
On Giving
... Might judge it left you less than nothing ...
In Broken Images
... Questioning their relevance, I question their fact ...
Goliath And David
... He swears That he's killed lions, he's killed bears, ...
Wild Strawberries
... One such to melt at the tongue's root, ...
Like Snow
... Like snow, warmer than fingers feared, ...
