Spike Milligan — One Poem

To Robert Graves

Were we so be-devilled, as to lie fragmented

And the pieces always at the foot of a woman?

Cannot our high thoughts escape from the clinging female lichen growing on our old bones?

Tho' spring in his head great melting ice caps of green ladies swamp our summer logic.

"To Robert Graves", first published in 1967, is reproduced by permission of Spike Milligan.