Poems by Robert Graves
After The Play
... A tall, glum fellow, velvet cloaked, with a shirt of mail, ...
The Pier-Glass
... ' 'Kill, strike, again, again,' the bees in chorus hum ...
Neglectful Edward
... "You can keep your pearls and your gold earring, ...
Sospan Fach
... They sang, they swore, they plunged in haste, ...
Country At War
... In woods that fledge the round hill-shoulder ...
Loving Henry
... I swear, of all the girls there are ...
Apples And Water
... "Mother, the heavens are bright like brass, ...
Flying Crooked
... A just sense of how not to fly: ...
A Frostry Night
... Mother: Sweet, my dear, what ails you ...
Fox's Dingle
... Where Sweetheart, my brown mare, ...
I Hardly Remember
... A beach without fishing boats, where the sun was for sale ...
