Limbo
LIMBO by ROBERT GRAVES
After a week spent under raining skies,
In horror, mud and sleeplessness, a week
Of bursting shells, of blood and hideous cries
And the ever-watchful sniper: where the reek
Of death offends the living...but poor dead
Can't sleep, must lie awake with the horrid sound
That roars and whirs and rattles overhead
All day, all night, and jars and tears the ground;
When rats run, big as kittens: to and fro
They dart, and scuffle with their horrid fare,
And then one night relief comes, and we go
Miles back into the sunny cornland where
Babies like tickling, and where tall white horses
Draw the plough leisurely in quiet courses.
| Title |
Limbo
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| Author |
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
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| Item date |
(1995, 1997, 1999)
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| Content | |
| Copyright |
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust
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| Digital repository | |
| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| First line |
After a week spent under raining skies,
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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
“Limbo,” by Graves, Robert (1895-1985). The Robert Graves Copyright Trust via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 7, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3379.
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