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XML FeedsTO ROBERT GRAVES
14/01/09
TO ROBERT GRAVES
[Who says that perhaps he has valued women too much]
Oh no, rather you underrate us,
To value us only as temples to your muse.
You deny us our humanity,
Casting us in the role of goddesses
To propitiate your poetry.
For poetry is a jealous god,
Demanding of his high priest offerings
Of lucid beauty. So you made of each new love
An Aphrodite, who showed her mortal soul
and sank back to the sea.
You have seen, because you wished to see,
Latent in the eyes of women,
a vision of immortality,
And from it, with a charm of words,
You made a separate reality.
Your poems live, a lyrical testimony
To poetry -- to love perhaps --
But love itself belongs to people,
Not to poets or to gods, and the air
On Mount Olympus is too rare.
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