Thursday, July 24, 2008

Happy Birthday, Robert Graves

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

I first read this poem in high school. I'd just devoured I, Claudius and Claudius the God, and I wanted to be Robert Graves when I grew up. It was, quite simply, the most shockingly sexy thing I'd ever read [and I'd read Clan of the Cave Bear!].


momeester said...

And I was worried you'd develop a fear of grandmothers!!!

seester said...

Me, I like the "Monsterpiece Theater" bit hosted by Alistair Cookie: "Me, Claudius!"

seester said...

sorry...that's not a real link, is it. you can figure it out.