posted on 2024-04-05, 12:56authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But elemental Cow on Earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud: Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe; And so was Adam born, and Eve. Here now is chaos once again, Primaeval mud, cold stones and rain. Here flesh decays and blood drips red And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.
History
Identifier
3410.txt
Creator
Graves, Robert (1895-1985)
Date
(1995, 1997, 1999)
Date Created
01/01/1997
Temporal Date
31/12/1999
Type
Poem
Rights
The Robert Graves Copyright Trust / Published in Graves, R. (1999) Complete Poems: Volumes 1 - 3. Eds. B. Graves and D. Ward. London: Penguin Books.