First World War Poetry Digital Archive


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.

Author Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
Title 1915
Item Date (1995, 1997, 1999)
Repository name ProQuest
Copyright The Robert Graves Copyright Trust
Digital repository The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
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