The Cruel Moon
THE CRUEL MOON by ROBERT GRAVES
The cruel Moon hangs out of reach Up above the shadowy beech. Her face is stupid, but her eye Is small and sharp and very sly. Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad? No, that's a silly story, lad! Though she be angry, though she would Destroy all England if she could, Yet think, what damage can she do Hanging there so far from you? Don't heed what frightened nurses say: Moons hang much too far away.
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| Author | Graves, Robert (1895-1985) |
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| Title | The Cruel Moon |
| 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 | The cruel Moon hangs out of reach |
| 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/3396 |
