A Dedication Of Three Hats
A DEDICATION OF THREE HATS by ROBERT GRAVES
This round hat I devote to Mars, Tough steel with leather lined. My skin's my own, redeemed by scars From further still more futile wars The God may have in mind.
Minerva takes my square of black Well-tasselled with the same; Her dullest nurselings never lack With hoods of scarlet at their back And letters to their name.
But this third hat, this foolscap sheet, (For there's a strength in three) Unblemished, conical and neat I hang up here without deceit To kind Euphrosyne.
Goddess, accept with smiles or tears This gift of a gross fool Who having sweated in death fears With wounds and cramps for three long years Limped back, and sat for school.
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|Author||Graves, Robert (1895-1985)|
|Title||A Dedication Of Three Hats|
|Item Date||(1995, 1997, 1999)|
|Copyright||The Robert Graves Copyright Trust|
|First line||This round hat I devote to Mars,|
|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|