AN OCCASION by ROBERT GRAVES
'The trenches are filled in, the houseless dead Disperse and on the rising thunder-storm Cast their weak limbs, are whirled up overhead In clouds of fear....' Then suddenly as you read, As we sat listening there, and cushioned warm, War-scarred yet safe, alive beyond all doubt, The blundering gale outside faltered, stood still: Two bolts clicked at the glass doors, and a shrill Impetuous gust of wind blew in with a shout, Fluttering your poems. And the lamp went out.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||'The trenches are filled in, the houseless dead|
|Publication source||Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3|
|Publication editor||Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|