It is always fascinating to hear a poet read his own work. Particularly when you have been spending some considerable time using it; putting it in context; setting it to music. By the time you have finished working with it, what you unconsciously respond to in that poem has affected its shape, its feel, […]
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Robert Graves, like so many of his contemporaries in the trenches, was only 19 when he arrived on the Somme; the memories of childhood were not far behind him, and a natural source of emotional reference for his poetry.
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is,. How hot the scent is of the summer rose..
A moving BBC interview with William Graves, who talks about the effect of WW1 on Robert Graves
Owls: they whinny down the night…
Bats go zig-zag by…
Since I got the news that you were coming back, Twice I have mounted to the high wall of your home.
Love without hope..