Poem / Robert Graves
Jeff's comment to the post before this made me wonder about the poems of Robert Graves ... I hadn't read any of them, though I've read a few of his books. Here below is the one poem of Graves' I was able to find online - they seem thin on the ground web-wise ...
IN THE WILDERNESS
CHRIST of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
Unto lost desert-folk
That listened wondering.
He heard the bitterns call
From the ruined palace-wall,
Answered them brotherly.
He held communion
With the she-pelican
Of lonely piety.
Basilisk, cockatrice,
Flocked to his homilies,
With mail of dread device,
With monstrous barbed slings,
With eager dragon-eyes;
Great rats on leather wings,
And poor blind broken things,
Foul in their miseries.
And ever with Him went,
Of all His wanderings
Comrade, with ragged coat,
Gaunt ribs--poor innocent--
Bleeding foot, burning throat,
The guileless old scape-goat;
For forty nights and days
Followed in Jesus' ways,
Sure guard behing Him kept,
Tears like a lover wept.
4 Comments:
Just found your blog.
God bless
Maria in the UK
www.inhishands.co.uk
Wow.
I don't claim to know a lot about poetry, but that one is amazing. That's a keeper.
That kind of intellect is representative of the flower of a generation that was thrown away in the mud of Passchendaele and the Somme... People like H. H. Munro (Saki)
Hi Maria, thanks for your comment.
Jeff, now you've brought up someone else's name and I'll have to look him up too - you're always one step (or more) ahead of me :-)
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I wonder if you have some free time to discuss with me on Robert Braves' poems.
Thank you.
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