You, love, and I [ ... ]
Three songs to poems of Robert Graves
Song Cycle by Bruce Mather (b. 1939)
?. Counting the beats  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), "Counting the beats", copyright © [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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First published in Good Housekeeping, April 1950
?. Lost love  [sung text not yet checked]
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly through a flint wall see, Or watch the startled spirit flee From the throat of a dead man. Across two counties he can hear And catch your words before you speak. The woodlouse or the maggot's weak Clamour rings in his sad ear, And noise so slight it would surpass Credence--drinking sound of grass, Worm talk, clashing jaws of moth Chumbling holes in cloth; The groan of ants who undertake Gigantic loads for honour's sake (Their sinews creak, their breath comes thin); Whir of spiders when they spin, And minute whispering, mumbling, sighs Of idle grubs and flies. This man is quickened so with grief, He wanders god-like or like thief Inside and out, below, above, Without relief seeking lost love.
- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), "Lost love", appears in Treasure Box, first published 1919 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
?. The finding of love  [sung text not yet checked]
Pale at first and cold, Like wizard's lily-bloom Conjured from the gloom, Like torch of glow-worm seen Through grasses shining green, By children half in fright, Or Christmas candlelight Flung on the outer snow, Or tinsel stars that show Their evening glory With sheen of fairy story-- Now with his blaze Love dries the cobweb maze Dew-sagged upon the corn, He brings the flowering thorn, Mayfly and butterfly, And pigeons in the sky, Robin and thrush, And the long bulrush, The cherry under the leaf, Earth in a silken dress, With end to grief, With joy in steadfastness.
- by Robert Graves (1895 - 1985), "The finding of love" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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