Tag: robert graves
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Goodbye to all that
Robert Graves awayed, bloodlust sated Absconded to Deia, more to his mind Place of Satyrs, sylvan glaived maize Silenus maven muse pilgrim. He was a poet, a true poet Moon-throated, thralled to a muse From whose faultless hem Truth hewn can be eschewed Use not vexatious runes or puzzling riddles Which muddle befuddling the reading…
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Priestly Utterance
My sermons more like shellings from German Shermans Give thanks to my liberating tanks, their tracks like black veins on trank addict faces You are marked My pockets jingle with Deutschmark, shillings German Version Always seek new perspectives, prospective revelation, Robert Graves’ Persian Version German excision, took off his Von Ranke when Germany’s ranks shell…
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