On the 25 th day of the Blog
chatter’s #WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is a poem with love as the major theme.
Poet: Robert Graves
Poem: SICK LOVE
O Love, be fed with apples while
you may,
And feel the sun and go in royal array,
A smiling innocent on the heavenly causeway,
Though in what listening horror for the cry
That soars in outer blackness dismally,
The dumb blind beast, the paranoiac fury:
Be warm, enjoy the season, lift your head,
Exquisite in the pulse of tainted blood,
That shivering glory not to be despised.
Take your delight in momentariness,
Walk between dark and dark—a shining space
With the grave’s narrowness, though not its peace.
Robert Graves
was a British writer who enlisted in August 1914. He fought at the Battle
of Loos in 1915, and was wounded at the Somme in 1916. He published his first
volumes of poems during the war, and his bestselling war memoir, Goodbye to All
That, in 1929. He developed an
early reputation as a war poet and was one of the first to write realistic
poems about experience of front-line conflict. He is also famous for his successful
biography Lawrence and the Arabs.
Robert Graves wrote poetry that challenged
unthinking attitudes to the war, but he also appeared to use his poetry to
protect himself from being overwhelmed by war, in writing about situations and
images that were emblematic of peace. Most of the poems he wrote in 1917 were
not about the horrors of trench life, but about childhood innocence and the
English countryside.
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