Sunday War Poet.....

Robert Graves

(1895-1985)

1915

I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, 

In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune; 

Primroses and the first warm day of Spring, 

Red poppy floods of June, 

August, and yellowing Autumn, so 

To Winter nights knee-deep in mud or snow, 

And you’ve been everything. 

Dear, you’ve been everything that I most lack 

In these soul-deadening trenches—pictures, books, 

Music, the quiet of an English wood, 

Beautiful comrade-looks, 

The narrow, bouldered mountain-track, 

The broad, full-bosomed ocean, green and black, 

And Peace, and all that’s good. 

Robert Graves was an English poet and author of antiquities specialising in classical Greece and Rome. He was soldier and poet during WW1.

His most famous work I, Claudius was published in 1934.


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