Posts Tagged ‘Robert Graves’

I’ve finished the first third of this memoir, which is chock full of interesting information. After reaching the point where Graves has enlisted, I feel that the rest of the book must go downhill. What is colorful and pointed during his lively childhood should serve to counterpoint the horrors of the First World and will probably be done with the same masterful tone.

The public school bits of the beginnings of the book serve to capture the most interest while reading. Those and the description of Bavaria pre-WWI neatly round out how flush Robert Graves ancestors and contemporaries were with culture. Which in turn allowed Graves’ pen to flow so freely here and with many other works.

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Flying Crooked

The butterfly, a cabbage-white,

(His honest idiocy of flight)

Will never now, it is too late,

Master the art of flying straight,

Yet has-who knows so well as I?-

A just sense of how not to fly:

He lurches here and here by guess

And God and hope and hopelessness.

Even the aerobatic swift

Has not his flying-crooked gift.


Robert Graves                                             1931

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