Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot's weak clamour
Rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass credence.
Robert Graves-Lost love
Even nowadays an archaic sense of love-innocence recurs, however briefly, among most young men and women. Some few of these, who become poets, remain in love for the rest of their lives, watching the world with a detachment unknown to lawyers, politicians, financiers, and all other ministers of that blind and irresponsible successor to matriarchy and patriarchy — the mechanarchy.
Robert Graves
Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cats.
Robert Graves
Across two counties he can hear
And catch your words before you speak.
The woodlouse or the maggot's weak clamour
Rings in his sad ear,
And noise so slight it would surpass credence.
Robert Graves-Lost love
