Two Fusiliers
TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT GRAVES
And have we done with War at last?
Well, we've been lucky devils both,
And there's no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.
By wire and wood and stake we're bound,
By Fricourt and by Festubert,
By whipping rain, by the sun's glare,
By all the misery and loud sound,
By a Spring day,
By Picard clay.
Show me the two so closely bound
As we, by the wet bond of blood,
By friendship blossoming from mud,
By Death: we faced him, and we found
Beauty in Death,
In dead men, breath.
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Two Fusiliers
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| Author |
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
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| Item date |
(1995, 1997, 1999)
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| Copyright |
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust
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ProQuest
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| First line |
And have we done with War at last?
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| Publication source |
Robert Graves Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3
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| Publication editor |
Graves, Beryl and Ward, Dunstan
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| Publishers |
Carcanet
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| Publication place |
Manchester
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Collection
Citation
“Two Fusiliers,” by Graves, Robert (1895-1985). The Robert Graves Copyright Trust via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 3, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3467.
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