All Poems
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The Idler
© Jones Very
I IDLE stand that I may find employ,
Such as my Master when He comes will give;
An Old Twenty-Third Man
© Robert Graves
Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine,
Marching below, and we still gulping wine?
From the sad magic of his fragrant cup
The red-faced old centurion started up,
Overture
© Walter Savage Landor
From Thrasymedes and Eunoë
WHO will away to Athens with me? who
Loves choral songs and maidens crownd with flowers,
The Shivering Beggar
© Robert Graves
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
The Snapped Thread
© Robert Graves
Desire, first, by a natural miracle
United bodies, united hearts, blazed beauty;
Transcended bodies, transcended hearts.
Corporal Stare
© Robert Graves
Back from the line one night in June,
I gave a dinner at Bethune
Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal
Money could buy or batman steal.
Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro
© Phillis Wheatley
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
Smoke-Rings
© Robert Graves
Most venerable and learned sir,
Tall and true Philosopher,
These rings of smoke you blow all day
With such deep thought, what sense have they?
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
© Emily Dickinson
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
But largeserene
Burned onuntil through Dissolution
It failed from Men
An English Wood
© Robert Graves
This valley wood is pledged
To the set shape of things,
And reasonably hedged:
Here are no harpies fledged,
A Song Before Sailing
© Bliss William Carman
I call from room to room
Through the deserted gloom;
The echoes are all words I know,
Lost in some long ago.
John Skelton
© Robert Graves
What could be dafter
Than John Skeltons laughter?
What sound more tenderly
Than his pretty poetry?
The Negro's Friend
© Claude McKay
There is no radical the Negro's friend
Who points some other than the classic road
The Last Post
© Robert Graves
The bugler sent a call of high romance
Lights out! Lights out! to the deserted square.
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer,
God, if its this for me next time in France
The Travellers' Curse after Misdirection
© Robert Graves
(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
Impromptu
© William Charles Wentworth
BY THE PIPE MAKER ON SEEING THE ADVERTISEMENT IN THE GAZETTE
OFFERING ON THE PART OF THE OFFICERS OF THE 46 TH A REWARD OF
TWO HUNDRED POUNDS FOR THE DETECTION OF HIM
Impromtu On Ogareva
© Alexander Pushkin
Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when youre near me,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
Im sure that I will never say,
What Im imagining so freely.
Babylon
© Robert Graves
The child alone a poet is:
Spring and Fairyland are his.
Truth and Reason show but dim,
And alls poetry with him.
Not to sleep
© Robert Graves
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
Counting no sheep and careless of chimes
Welcoming the dawn confabulation
Of birch, her children, who discuss idly
