Not Dead

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Not Dead by Robert Graves

 Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, 
I know that David’s with me here again. 
All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. 
Caressingly I stroke 
Rough bark of the friendly oak.
A brook goes bubbling by: the voice is his. 
Turf burns with pleasant smoke; 
I laugh at chaffinch and at primroses. 
All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. 
Over the whole wood in a little while
Breaks his slow smile.

Form: Lyric

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