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  • Patriotism, in the trenches, was too remote a sentiment, and at once rejected as fit only for civilians, or prisoners. A new arrival who talked patriotism would soon be told to cut it out.

    Robert Graves (1980). “Good-Bye to All That: With a Prologue and an Epilogue”, Octagon Press, Limited
  • Any honest housewife would sort them out,/ Having a nose for fish, an eye for apples.

    Robert Graves (1959). “Collected Poems, 1959”, London : Cassell
  • If I were a young man With my bones full of marrow, Oh, if I were a bold young man Straight as an arrow, I'd store up no virtue For Heaven's distant plain, I'd live at ease as I did please And sin once again.

    Robert Graves (1920). “Country Sentiment”
  • When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • Prose books are the show dogs I breed and sell to support my cat.

    Robert Graves, Frank L. Kersnowski (1989). “Conversations with Robert Graves”, p.71, Univ. Press of Mississippi
  • The butterfly, a cabbage-white, (His honest idiocy of flight) Will never now, it is too late, Master the art of flying straight.

    Robert Graves, Frank L. Kersnowski (1989). “Conversations with Robert Graves”, p.54, Univ. Press of Mississippi
  • The poet's first rule must be never to bore his readers; and his best way of keeping this rule is never to bore himself-which, of course, means to write only when he has something urgent to say.

    Robert Graves, Paul O'Prey (1995). “Collected writings on poetry”, Carcanet Pr
  • Poetry began in the matriarchal age, and derives its magic from the moon, not from the sun. No poet can hope to understand the nature of poetry unless he has had a vision of the Naked King crucified to the lopped oak, and watched the dancers, red-eyed from the acrid smoke of the sacrificial fires, stamping out the measure of the dance, their bodies bent uncouthly forward, with a monotonous chant of "Kill! kill! kill!" and "Blood! blood! blood!

  • The award of a pure gold medal for poetry would flatter the recipient unduly: no poem ever attains such carat purity.

    Robert Graves (1962). “Oxford Addresses on Poetry”
  • New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

    Robert Graves (2015). “The Complete Poems”, p.120, Penguin UK
  • The art of poetry consists in taking the poem through draft after draft, without losing its inspirational magic: he removes everything irrelevant or distracting, and tightens up what is left. Lazy poets never carry their early drafts far enough: some even believe that virtue lies in the original doodle scrawled on the back of an envelope.

    Believe  
    Robert Graves (1960). “Food for Centaurs: Stories, Talks, Critical Studies, Poems”
  • Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

    Robert Graves, Richard Francis (2000). “I, Claudius ; and, Claudius the god”, Carcanet Press Ltd.
  • When the immense drugged universe explodes In a cascade of unendurable colour And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ectasy of chaos: Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love Which alone, as we know certainly, restores Fragmentation into true being. Ecstasy of Chaos

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate

    Robert Graves, Richard Francis (2000). “I, Claudius ; and, Claudius the god”, Carcanet Press Ltd.
  • Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • Poet, never chase the dream. Laugh yourself and turn away. Mask your hunger, let it seem Small matter if he come or stay; But when he nestles in your hand at last, Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • There should be two main objectives in ordinary prose writing: to convey a message and to include in it nothing that will distract the reader's attention or check his habitual pace of reading - he should feel that he is seated at ease in a taxi, not riding a temperamental horse through traffic.

    Robert Graves (2006). “The Long Weekend : a Social History of Great Britain 1918-1939: And, The Reader Over Your Shoulder : a Handbook for Writers of English Prose”, Carcanet Press
  • Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look. Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers?

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in November Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense Of Her nakedly worn magnificence We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

    Robert Graves (1955). “Collected poems, 1955”
  • To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.

    Reply to questionnaire, "The Cost of Letters", in Horizon magazine, September 1946.
  • Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
  • Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

    Robert Graves (2013). “Selected Poems”, p.159, Faber & Faber
  • Myths are seldom simple, and never irresponsible.

    Félix Guirand, Robert Graves (1968). “New Larousse encyclopedia of mythology”
  • The difference between prose logic and poetic thought is simple. The logician uses words as a builder uses bricks, for the unemotional deadness of his academic prose; and is always coining newer, deader words with a natural preference for Greek formations. The poet avoids the entire vocabulary of logic unless for satiric purposes, and treats words as living creatures with a preference for those with long emotional histories dating from mediaeval times. Poetry at its purest is, indeed, a defiance of logic.

    Robert Graves, Patrick J. Quinn (2000). “Some speculations on literature, history, and religion”, Carcanet Press Ltd.
  • The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he really is very good, in spite of all the people who say he is very good.

    The Observer, December 06, 1964.
  • Lovers to-day and for all time Preserve the meaning of my rhyme: Love is not kindly nor yet grim But does to you as you to him.

    Robert Graves (1920). “Country Sentiment”
  • Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

    Lecture at Oxford. Time, December 15, 1961.
  • There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

  • The function of poetry is religious invocation of the muse; its use is the experience of mixed exaltation and horror that her presence excites.

    Robert Graves (2011). “The White Goddess”, p.53, Faber & Faber
  • I do not love the Sabbath, The soapsuds and the starch, The troops of solemn people Who to Salvation march. I take my book, I take my stick On the Sabbath day, In woody nooks and valleys I hide myself away. To ponder there in quiet God's Universal Plan, Resolved that church and Sabbath Were never made for man.

    Robert Graves, Beryl Graves, Dunstan Ward (1999). “Complete poems”, Carcanet Pr
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