An Occasion
AN OCCASION by ROBERT GRAVES
'The trenches are filled in, the houseless dead
Disperse and on the rising thunder-storm
Cast their weak limbs, are whirled up overhead
In clouds of fear....'
Then suddenly as you read,
As we sat listening there, and cushioned warm,
War-scarred yet safe, alive beyond all doubt,
The blundering gale outside faltered, stood still:
Two bolts clicked at the glass doors, and a shrill
Impetuous gust of wind blew in with a shout,
Fluttering your poems. And the lamp went out.
| Title |
An Occasion
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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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| Repository address URL | |
| First line |
'The trenches are filled in, the houseless dead
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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
“An Occasion,” by Graves, Robert (1895-1985). The Robert Graves Copyright Trust via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 8, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3381.
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