departed soul," for a journey that will lead to "no port, there is nowhere to go"yet the poem provides a kind of consolation by becoming the means to be "renewed with peace," even in contemplating that a "voyage of oblivion awaits you." Nevertheless, Lawrence's universe is one of frightening supernatural portents: bats replace swallows at nightfall to give an ''uneasy creeping in one's scalp," and a snake that the poet attacks out of fear is found to be, like the infamous "albatross" of Coleridge's Ancient Mariner, an inviolable sign of the potential for nightmare in the world of nature: "For he seemed to me again like a king, / Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld, / Now due to be crowned again." Lawrence's sense of the world seems finally stiff as much postlapsarian as post-Darwinian as he poetically explores myth, both classical and literary, as a means to understand the ambiguous dark forces of his age.
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For Robert Graves, another poet whose career began in the company of the Georgians, poetry was also to offer a healing vision in the face of the nightmare of modern history that he had personally experienced in the First World War. His stated goal was "to help the recovery of public health of mind as well as my own by writing of 'therapeutic poems"'; initially he worked within the English tradition to present his healing topic, eros and love. These love poems range in topic from the playful phallicism of "Down, wanton, down!,"
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| | Will many-gifted Beauty come Bowing to your bald rule of thumb Or love swear loyalty to your crown?
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to the frustration of courtship of "Not at Home,"
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| | And yet I felt, when I turned slowly away, Her eyes boring my back, as it might be posted Behind a curtain slit, and still in love,
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to the grizzled veteran's desire for the female ideal in "The Face in the Mirror,"
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| | I pause with razor poised, scowling derision At the mirrored man whose beard needs my attention, And once more ask him why He still stands ready, with a boy's presumption, To court the queen in her high silk pavilion.
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