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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I never dreamed we’d meet that day <br>In our old haunts down Fricourt way, <br>Plotting such marvellous journeys there <br>For jolly old “Après-la-guerre.” </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well, when it’s over, first we’ll meet <br>At Gweithdy Bach, my country seat <br>In Wales, a curious little shop <br>With two rooms and a roof on top, <br>A sort of Morlancourt-ish billet <br>That never needs a crowd to fill it.<br>But oh, the country round about! <br>The sort of view that makes you shout <br>For want of any better way <br>Of praising God: there’s a blue bay <br>Shining in front, and on the right<br>Snowden and Hebog capped with white, <br>And lots of other jolly peaks <br>That you could wonder at for weeks, <br>With jag and spur and hump and cleft. <br>There’s a grey castle on the left,<br>And back in the high Hinterland <br>You’ll see the grave of Shawn Knarlbrand, <br>Who slew the savage Buffaloon <br>By the Nant-col one night in June, <br>And won his surname from the horn<br>Of this prodigious unicorn. <br>Beyond, where the two Rhinogs tower, <br>Rhinog Fach and Rhinog Fawr, <br>Close there after a four years’ chase <br>From Thessaly and the woods of Thrace,<br>The beaten Dog-cat stood at bay <br>And growled and fought and passed away. <br>You’ll see where mountain conies grapple <br>With prayer and creed in their rock chapel <br>Which Ben and Claire once built for them;<br>They call it Söar Bethlehem. <br>You’ll see where in old Roman days, <br>Before Revivals changed our ways, <br>The Virgin ’scaped the Devil’s grab, <br>Printing her foot on a stone slab<br>With five clear toe-marks; and you’ll find <br>The fiendish thumbprint close behind. <br>You’ll see where Math, Mathonwy’s son, <br>Spoke with the wizard Gwydion <br>And bad him from South Wales set out<br>To steal that creature with the snout, <br>That new-discovered grunting beast <br>Divinely flavoured for the feast. <br>No traveller yet has hit upon <br>A wilder land than Meirion,<br>For desolate hills and tumbling stones, <br>Bogland and melody and old bones. <br>Fairies and ghosts are here galore, <br>And poetry most splendid, more <br>Than can be written with the pen<br>Or understood by common men. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Gweithdy Bach we’ll rest awhile, <br>We’ll dress our wounds and learn to smile <br>With easier lips; we’ll stretch our legs, <br>And live on bilberry tart and eggs,<br>And store up solar energy, <br>Basking in sunshine by the sea, <br>Until we feel a match once more <br>For anything but another war. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So then we’ll kiss our families,<br>And sail across the seas <br>(The God of Song protecting us) <br>To the great hills of Caucasus. <br>Robert will learn the local bat <br>For billeting and things like that,<br>If Siegfried learns the piccolo <br>To charm the people as we go. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The jolly peasants clad in furs <br>Will greet the Welch-ski officers <br>With open arms, and ere we pass<br>Will make us vocal with Kavasse. <br>In old Bagdad we’ll call a halt <br>At the Sâshuns’ ancestral vault; <br>We’ll catch the Persian rose-flowers’ scent, <br>And understand what Omar meant.<br>Bitlis and Mush will know our faces, <br>Tiflis and Tomsk, and all such places. <br>Perhaps eventually we’ll get <br>Among the Tartars of Thibet. <br>Hobnobbing with the Chungs and Mings,<br>And doing wild, tremendous things <br>In free adventure, quest and fight, <br>And God! what poetry we’ll write!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a></strong></div>