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Robert Graves - Escape
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August 6, 1916.—Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)
  
  
…but I was dead, an hour or more.  
I woke when I’d already passed the door  
That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road  
To Lethe, as an old Greek signpost showed.  
Above me, on my stretcher swinging by,
I saw new stars in the subterrene sky:  
A Cross, a Rose in bloom, a Cage with bars,  
And a barbed Arrow feathered in fine stars.  
I felt the vapours of forgetfulness  
Float in my nostrils. Oh, may Heaven bless
Dear Lady Proserpine, who saw me wake,  
And, stooping over me, for Henna’s sake  
Cleared my poor buzzing head and sent me back  
Breathless, with leaping heart along the track.  
After me roared and clattered angry hosts
Of demons, heroes, and policeman-ghosts.  
“Life! life! I can’t be dead! I won’t be dead!  
Damned if I’ll die for any one!” I said….  
  
Cerberus stands and grins above me now,  
Wearing three heads—lion, and lynx, and sow.
“Quick, a revolver! But my Webley’s gone,  
Stolen!… No bombs … no knife…. The crowd swarms on,  
Bellows, hurls stones…. Not even a honeyed sop…  
Nothing…. Good Cerberus!… Good dog!… but stop!  
Stay!… A great luminous thought … I do believe
There’s still some morphia that I bought on leave.”  
Then swiftly Cerberus’ wide mouths I cram  
With army biscuit smeared with ration jam;  
  
And sleep lurks in the luscious plum and apple.  
He crunches, swallows, stiffens, seems to grapple
With the all-powerful poppy … then a snore,  
A crash; the beast blocks up the corridor  
With monstrous hairy carcase, red and dun—  
Too late! for I’ve sped through.  
            O Life! O Sun!
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