Robert Graves

Here you will find the Poem 1915 of poet 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.