On the Poet’s Birth

By Robert Graves 1895–1985 Robert Graves
A page, a huntsman and a priest of God
    Her lovers, met in jealous contrariety
Equally claiming the sole parenthood
    Of him the perfect crown of their variety.
Then, whom to admit, herself she could not tell:
That always was her fate, she loved too well.

“But many-fathered little one,” she said,
    “Whether of high or low, of smooth or rough,
Here is your mother whom you brought to bed;
    Acknowledge only me; be this enough;
For such as worship after shall be told
A white dove sired you or a rain of gold.”

from The Fugitive, 1922

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Poet Robert Graves 1895–1985


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Robert Graves often stirred controversy in his endeavors as a poet, novelist, critic, mythographer, translator, and editor. Stephen Spender in the New York Times Book Review characterized Graves as a free thinker: "All of his life Graves has been indifferent to fashion, and the great and deserved reputation he has is based on his individuality as a poet who is both intensely idiosyncratic and unlike any other contemporary poet . . .

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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