Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

Robert Graves Poems

1. A Valentine 5/9/2015
2. She Tells Her Love 11/21/2014
3. The Three Drinkers 4/1/2010
4. The Patchwork Bonnet 4/1/2010
5. The Promised Lullaby 4/1/2010
6. The Picture Book 4/1/2010
7. Hawk And Buckle 4/1/2010
8. Nebuchadnezzar's Fall 4/1/2010
9. The Pier-Glass 4/1/2010
10. Morning Phœnix 4/1/2010
11. The Patchwork Quilt 4/1/2010
12. The Boy Out Of Church 4/1/2010
13. Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock 4/1/2010
14. Dicky 4/1/2010
15. Nine O'Clock 4/1/2010
16. The Voice Of Beauty Drowned 4/1/2010
17. Loving Henry 4/1/2010
18. Give Us Rain 4/1/2010
19. The Boy In Church 4/1/2010
20. The General Elliott 4/1/2010
21. The Spoilsport 1/3/2003
22. Tom Taylor 4/1/2010
23. The 4/1/2010
24. Manticor In Arabia 4/1/2010
25. Neglectful Edward 4/1/2010
26. Fox's Dingle 4/1/2010
27. Song: One Hard Look 4/1/2010
28. The Beacon 4/1/2010
29. Jane 4/1/2010
30. The Kiss 3/30/2015
31. Ghost Raddled 4/1/2010
32. Sospan Fach 4/1/2010
33. Outlaws 4/1/2010
34. It's A Queer Time 4/1/2010
35. Country At War 4/1/2010
36. Sullen Moods 4/1/2010
37. The Lost Love 4/1/2010
38. The God Called Poetry 4/1/2010
39. Haunted 4/1/2010
40. Faun 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Robert Graves

Call It A Good Marriage

Call it a good marriage -
For no one ever questioned
Her warmth, his masculinity,
Their interlocking views;
Except one stray graphologist
Who frowned in speculation
At her h's and her s's,
His p's and w's.

Though few would still subscribe
To the monogamic axiom
That strife below the hip-bones
Need not estrange the heart,
Call it a good marriage:
More drew those two together,
Despite a lack of children,
Than pulled them apart.

Call it a good marriage:
They never fought in public,
They acted circumspectly
And faced the world ...

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Not To Sleep

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
Fanciful details of the promised coming -
Will she be wearing red, or russet, or blue,
Or pure white? - whatever she wears, glorious:
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy,
This is given to few but at last to me,

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