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.

TIME

The vague sea thuds against the marble cliffs

And from their fragments age-long grinds

Pebbles like flowers.

Or the vague weather wanders in the fields,

And up spring flowers with coloured buds

Like marble pebbles.

The beauty of the flowers is Time, death-grieved;

The pebbles' beauty too is Time,

Life-wearied.

It is easy to admire a blowing flower

Or a smooth pebble flower-like freaked

By Time and vagueness.

Time is Time's lapse, the emulsive element coaxing

All obstinate locks and rusty hinges

To loving-kindness.

And am I proof against that lovesome pair,

Old age and childhood, twins in Time,

In sorrowful vagueness?

And will I not pretend the accustomed thanks:

Humouring age with filial flowers,

Childhood with pebbles?

[From To Whom Else? as ‘On Time’ ( 1931)]

BOOKS

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.