Who is Robert Graves

Robert von Ranke Graves (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985), known as Robert Graves, was a British poet, historical novelist, critic, and classicist. His father was Alfred Perceval Graves, a celebrated Irish poet and figure in the Gaelic revival; they were both Celticists and students of Irish mythology. Graves produced more than 140 works. Graves's poems—together with his translations and innovative analysis and interpretations of the Greek myths; his memoir of his early life, including his role in World War I, Good-Bye to All That; and his speculative study of poetic inspiration, The White Goddess—have never been out of print.

He earned his living from writing, particularly popular historical novels such as I, Claudius, King Jesus, The Golden Fleece and Count ...
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Robert Graves Poems

  • Morning PhÅ?nix
    In my body lives a flame,
    Flame that burns me all the day;
    When a fierce sun does the same,
    I am charred away. ...
  • The Boy In Church
    'Gabble-gabble . . . brethren . . . gabble-gabble!'
    My window glimpses larch and heather.
    I hardly hear the tuneful babble,
    Not knowing nor much caring whether ...
  • In Broken Images
    He is quick, thinking in clear images;
    I am slow, thinking in broken images.

    He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; ...
  • The Travellers' Curse After Misdirection
    (from the Welsh)

    May they stumble, stage by stage
    On an endless Pilgrimage ...
  • The Snapped Thread
    Desire, first, by a natural miracle
    United bodies, united hearts, blazed beauty;
    Transcended bodies, transcended hearts.
    ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Robert Graves

I Love You 44 Love 44 Time 38 Heart 36 Away 33 Never 30 Night 28 God 28 Red 27 Long 27


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  • Quotebotproject: intuition is the supra-logic that cuts out all the routine processes of thought and leaps straight from the problem to the answer. -- by robert graves
  • Quotesinno: intuition is the supra logic that cuts out all the routine processes of thought and leaps straight from the problem to the answer. robert graves 1895 – 1985) english novelist, poet, writer
  • Aryanomar4: you, love, and i, (he whispers) you and i, and if no more than only you and i what care you or i ? robert graves
  • Mcgelman: the gop representatives that deny the legal election of joe biden and encourage trump followers to destroy our democracy- “let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.” ― robert graves, i, claudius.
  • Globalcalgary: "i can imagine my dad and my grandfather rolling over in their graves wondering what the heck is going on here," one rancher said.
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Carl Sandburg Poem
House
 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.
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