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| Robert Graves (1895-1985), who served on the Western Front from 1915 to 1917.
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
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6/20/2014
Robert Graves - A Soldier Of The Great War
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I believe he was an ambulance driver ... tough gig ...
ReplyDeleteNo, Teresa. An officer with the Welsh Fusiliers, front line. Suffered a breakdown after the war but recovered with the safety net of his poetry. I wonder if you're confusing him with Hemingway who was an ambulance driver in WW1. A book that everyone should read is Graves' WW1 memoir, 'Goodbye to All That'. Thanks, as always, for commenting.
DeleteYes, I was confusing him with Robert Service who was not a soldier but an ambulance driver for the Red Cross ... Grave mistake ... :)
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