Poems by Robert Graves
The Next War
... Or fit your shaft with a blue jay feather, ...
The Thieves
... What they must not pick or steal, ...
Marigolds
... Ere you curse me further, say! ...
A Boy in Church
... Prayer, says the kind voice, is a chain ...
The Persian Version
... Light craft detached from the main Persian fleet) ...
I Wonder What It Feels Like to be Drowned?
... my two hands Are boats and barges anchored to the sands, ...
To Robert Nichols
... he Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: I am just finishing my Fauns Holiday ...
Careers
... Well? Say whats left for me then! But we wont go to your ugly music ...
The Cottage
... Flowers that smile nor birds that sing, ...
The Bough of Nonsense
... Through these great oaks and see the famous bough Where once a nonsense built her nest ...
Jonah
... Surges between A mile of roaring sea ...
1915
... In these soul-deadening trenchespictures, books, ...
The Caterpillar
... But wings or a sound sleep, why should I care ...
The Frog and the Golden Ball
... 'Our plight, dear heart, would appear past human hope ...
In the Wilderness
... d slings, With eager dragon-eyes ...
