Poem of the Week
Every week, on this page, we will show a different poem from a selection of poems chosen by prominent members of the Robert Graves Society.


Below the ridge a raven flew

And we heard the lost curlew

Mourning out of sight below.

Mountain tops were touched with snow;

Even the long dividing plain

Showed no wealth of sheep or grain,

But fields of boulders lay like corn

And raven's croak was shepherd's horn

Where slow cloud-shadow strayed across

A pasture of thin heath and moss.

The North Wind rose: I saw him press

With lusty force against your dress,

Moulding your body's inward grace

And streaming off from your set face;

So now no longer flesh and blood

But poised in marble flight you stood.

O wingless Victory, loved of men,

Who could withstand your beauty then?

[From Wipperginny as ‘Over the Ridge’ (1923)]


Complete Poems in One Volume

Robert's complete set of poems edited by Beryl Graves and Dunstan Ward and published in 3 volumes over the period 1995-1999  is now available in a single-volume hardcover, paperback or eBook publication from Carcanet and Penguin.