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Fairies and Fusiliers (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)
Fairies and Fusiliers (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)
Fairies and Fusiliers (Barnes & Noble Digital Library)
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This 1917 collection of poems focuses on Graves's World War I experiences and his friendships with such fellow poet-soldiers as Siegfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen.  The poems detail the horrors of war while celebrating the bonds between soldiers. Included in the collection are: “Goliath and David,” “When I’m Killed,” and “Letter to S. S. from Mametz Wood,” among others.
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Release dateApr 12, 2011
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Robert Graves

Robert Graves (1895-1985), born in London, was one of the most talented, colorful, and prolific men of letters in the twentieth century. He is best known for his historical novels, I, Claudius and Claudius the God. He spent much of his life on the island of Majorca.

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    Fairies and Fusiliers (Barnes & Noble Digital Library) - Robert Graves

    FAIRIES AND FUSILIERS

    ROBERT GRAVES

    This 2011 edition published by Barnes & Noble, Inc.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission from the publisher.

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    ISBN: 978-1-4114-4887-2

    CONTENTS

    TO AN UNGENTLE CRITIC

    AN OLD TWENTY-THIRD MAN

    TO LUCASTA ON GOING TO THE WAR—FOR THE FOURTH TIME

    TWO FUSILIERS

    TO ROBERT NICHOLS

    DEAD COW FARM

    GOLIATH AND DAVID

    BABYLON

    MR. PHILOSOPHER

    THE CRUEL MOON

    FINLAND

    A PINCH OF SALT

    THE CATERPILLAR

    SORLEY'S WEATHER

    THE COTTAGE

    THE LAST POST

    WHEN I'M KILLED

    LETTER TO S. S. FROM MAMETZ WOOD

    A DEAD BOCHE

    FAUN

    THE SPOILSPORT

    THE SHIVERING BEGGAR

    JONAH

    JOHN SKELTON

    I WONDER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE DROWNED?

    DOUBLE RED DAISIES

    CAREERS

    I'D LOVE TO BE A FAIRY'S CHILD

    THE NEXT WAR

    STRONG BEER

    MARIGOLDS

    THE LADY VISITOR IN THE PAUPER WARD

    LOVE AND BLACK MAGIC

    SMOKE-RINGS

    A CHILD'S NIGHTMARE

    ESCAPE

    THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE

    NOT DEAD

    A BOY IN CHURCH

    CORPORAL STARE

    THE ASSAULT HEROIC

    THE POET IN THE NURSERY

    IN THE WILDERNESS

    CHERRY-TIME

    1915

    FREE VERSE

    TO AN UNGENTLE CRITIC

    The great sun sinks behind the town

    Through a red mist of Volnay wine. . . .

    But what's the use of setting down

    That glorious blaze behind the town?

    You'll only skip the page, you'll look

    For newer pictures in this book;

    You've read of sunsets rich as mine.

    A fresh wind fills the evening air

    With horrid crying of night birds. . . .

    But what reads new or curious there

    When cold winds fly across the air?

    You'll only frown; you'll turn the page,

    But find no glimpse of your "New Age

    Of Poetry" in my worn-out words.

    Must winds that cut like blades of steel

    And sunsets swimming in Volnay,

    The holiest, cruellest pains I feel,

    Die stillborn, because old men squeal

    For something new: "Write something new:

    We've read this poem—that one too,

    And twelve more like 'em yesterday"?

    No, no! my chicken, I shall scrawl

    Just what I fancy as I strike it,

    Fairies and Fusiliers, and all

    Old broken knock-kneed thought will crawl

    Across my verse in the classic way.

    And,

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