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When clerks and navvies fondle
Beside canals their wenches,
In rapture or in coma
The haunches that they handle,
And the orange moon sits idle
Above the orchard slanted −
Upon such easy evenings
We take our loves for granted.
But when, as now, the creaking
Trees on the hills of London
Like bison charge their neighbours,
In wind that keeps us waking,
And in the draught the scalloped
Lampshade swings a shadow,
We think of love bound over −
The mortgage on the meadow.
And one lies lonely, haunted
By limbs he half remembers,
And one, in wedlock, wonders
Where is the girl he wanted;
And some sot smoking, flicking
The ash away and feeling
For love gone up like vapour
Between the floor and ceiling.
But now when winds are curling
The trees do you come closer,
Close as the eyelid fasten
My body in darkness, darling.
Switch off the light and let me
Gather you up and gather
The power of trains advancing
Further, advancing further.
A poet with perhaps the longest poetic career, Robert Graves (1895-1985), published his first book when he was twenty-two. Many of his poems are about love: many have as their central subject the relationships between men and women, and how the lost sense of innocence and wonder can be brought back to human elationships. These poems often view physical love as representing the emotion that brings life to the world.
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