1915
1915 by ROBERT GRAVES
I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bassée and Bethune; Primroses and the first warm day of Spring, Red poppy floods of June, August, and yellowing Autumn, so To Winter nights knee-deep in mud or snow, And you've been everything,
Dear, you've been everything that I most lack In these soul-deadening trenches---pictures, books, Music, the quiet of an English wood, Beautiful comrade-looks, The narrow, bouldered mountain-track, The broad, full-bosomed ocean, green and black, And Peace, and all that's good.
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| Author | Graves, Robert (1895-1985) |
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| Title | 1915 |
| Item Date | (1995, 1997, 1999) |
| File type | Text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chawyck.co.uk |
| Copyright | The Robert Graves Copyright Trust |
| First line | I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, |
| Publication source | Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3 |
| Publication editor | Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan |
| Publishers | Carcanet |
| Publication place | Manchester |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3377 |
