Robert Graves quotes

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Your eyes were frosted starlight,
Your heart fire and snow.
Her image was my ensign: snows melted,
Hedges sprouted, the moon tenderly shone,
her image
Warped in the weather, turned beldamish.
Has God's supply of tolerable husbands
Fallen, in fact, so low?
Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls
Married impossible men?
Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
The butterfly, a cabbage-white,
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Like man and wife who nightly keep
Inconsequent debate in sleep
As they dream side by side.
And love went by upon the wind
As though it had not been.
The difference between prose logic and poetic thought is simple. The logician uses words as a builder uses bricks, for the unemoti ...
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