- By Thomas E. RicksThomas E. Ricks covered the U.S. military from 1991 to 2008 for the Wall Street Journal and then the Washington Post. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I am a fan of Robert Graves’ autobiography, but his poetry leaves me cold. For example, these lines just strike me as awkward:
Down pressed the sky, and we, oppressed, thrust out
Boastful tongue, clenched fist and valiant yard.
That said, I did like these other lines of his:
It’s hard to know if you’re alive or dead
When steel and fire go roaring through your head.