Robert Ranke Graves citáty page 4

„Mať pomer je u ženy ospravedlniteľného, ak je milenec významný, dokonca hodno obdivu. Ale v láske rovnako ako v športe je vždy nutné zachovávať amatérsky status.“

„Ponuka dobrých žien vysoko prevyšuje počet mužov, ktorí si ich zaslúžia.“

„Prečo si toľko milých, talentovaných dievčat berie takých nemožných mužov?“

Varianta: Zásoba dobrých žien vysoko prekračuje zásobu mužov, ktorí by si ich zaslúžili.

Robert Ranke Graves citáty a výroky

„Rímska cesta je najväčším pomníkom, aký doteraz postavil slobode vznešený a šľachetný ľud.“

„Tragédia lásky je v tom, že milujeme príliš.“

„V poézii niet peňazí, ale veď ani v peniazoch niet poézie!“

„Veľká láska znamená milovať človeka pre jeho prehrešky.“

„Vždy som pozoroval, že človek si takzvané náhody určuje sám.“

“Immeasurable at every hour:
He first taught lovers how to kiss,
He brings down sunshine after shower,
Thunder and hate are his also,
He is YES and he is NO.”

Robert Ranke Graves: Citáty v angličtine

“To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.”

"The God Called Poetry"
Country Sentiment (1920)

“When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.”

Reply to questionnaire, "The Cost of Letters" in Horizon (September 1946).
General sources

“Sigh then, or frown, but leave (as in despair)
Motive and end and moral in the air;
Nice contradiction between fact and fact
Will make the whole read human and exact.”

"A Pinch of Salt".
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

“What, then, was war? No mere discord of flags
But an infection of the common sky
That sagged ominously upon the earth.”

"The Devil’s Advice to Story-tellers," lines 19–22, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938).
Poems

“Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.”

"Recalling War," lines 11–13, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938).
Poems

“Anglican chaplains were remarkably out of touch with their troops. The Second Battalion chaplain, just before the Loos fighting, had preached a violent sermon on the Battle against Sin, at which one old soldier behind me had grumbled: "Christ, as if one bloody push wasn't enough to worry about at a time!"”

Zdroj: The Reader Over Your Shoulder (1943), Ch. 3: "Where Is Good English to Be Found?"

“Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?”

Zdroj: Goodbye to All That (1929), Ch. 17.

“I got shot in the guts at the Beaumont-Hamel show. It hurt like hell, let me tell you. They took me down to the field-hospital. I was busy dying, but a company-sergeant major had got it in the head, and he was busy dying, too; and he did die. Well, as soon as ever the sergeant-major died, they took out that long gut… and they put it into me, grafted it on somehow. Wonderful chaps, these medicos! … Well, this sergeant-major seems to have been an abstemious man. The lining of the new gut is much better than my old one; so I'm celebrating it. I only wish I'd borrowed his kidneys, too.”

"Symptoms of Love" from More Poems (1961).
Poems

“Christ of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering,
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
Unto lost desert-folk
That listened wondering.”

Zdroj: Goodbye to All That (1929), Ch.21.

“There was a daily exchange of courtesies between our machine guns and the Germans' at stand-to; by removing cartridges from the ammunition-belt one could rap out the rhythm of the familiar prostitutes' call: "MEET me DOWN in PICC-a-DILL-y", to which the Germans would reply, though in slower tempo, because our guns were faster than theirs: "YES, with-OUT my DRAWERS ON!"”

"In the Wilderness," lines 1-6, from Over the Brazier (1916), Part I: Poems Written Mostly at Charterhouse 1910-1914.
Poems

“Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,
The track aches only when the rain reminds.
The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood,
The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.
The blinded man sees with his ears and hands
As much or more than once with both his eyes.”

Zdroj: Goodbye to All That (1929), Ch.16.

“Ancient Europe had no gods. The Great Goddess was regarded as immortal, changeless, and omnipotent; and the concept of fatherhood had not been introduced into religious thought. She took lovers, but for pleasure, not to provide her children with a father. Men feared, adored, and obeyed the matriarch; the hearth which she tended in a cave or hut being their earliest social centre, and motherhood their prime mystery.”

"Recalling War," lines 1–6, from Collected Poems 1938 (1938).
Poems

“Cuinchy bred rats. They came up from the canal, fed on the plentiful corpses, and multiplied exceedingly. While I stayed here with the Welsh, a new officer joined the company... When he turned in that night, he heard a scuffling, shone his torch on the bed, and found two rats on his blanket tussling for the possession of a severed hand.”

Robert Graves kniha The Greek Myths

Volume 1, Introduction
The Greek Myths (1955)

“Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys
Are here discreetly blent;
Admire, you ladies, read, you boys,
My Country Sentiment.”

Zdroj: Goodbye to All That (1929), Ch.14

“I am an old man
With my bones very brittle,
Though I am a poor old man
Worth very little,
Yet I suck at my long pipe
At peace in the sun,
I do not fret nor much regret
That my work is done.”

"A First Review"
Country Sentiment (1920)

“He is older than the seas,
Older than the plains and hills,
And older than the light that spills
From the sun's hot wheel on these.
He wakes the gale that tears your trees,
He sings to you from window sills.”

"Brittle Bones"
Country Sentiment (1920)

“Kaisers and Czars will strut the stage
Once more with pomp and greed and rage;
Courtly ministers will stop
At home and fight to the last drop;
By the million men will die
In some new horrible agony...”

"The God Called Poetry"
Country Sentiment (1920)

“Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself and turn away.
Mask your hunger, let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.”

"The Next War"
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

“Robin, and Red Riding Hood
Take together to the wood,
And Sir Galahad lies hid
In a cave with Captain Kidd.
None of all the magic hosts,
None remain but a few ghosts
Of timorous heart, to linger on
Weeping for lost Babylon.”

"A Pinch of Salt"
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

“Wisdom made him old and wary
Banishing the Lords of Faery.
Wisdom made a breach and battered
Babylon to bits: she scattered
To the hedges and ditches
All our nursery gnomes and witches.”

"Babylon"
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

“But we are gifted, even in November,
Rawest of seasons, with so huge a sense
Of her nakedly worn magnificence
We forget cruelty and past betrayal,
Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.”

"Babylon"
Fairies and Fusiliers (1917)

“There is one story and one story only
That will prove worth your telling,
Whether as learned bard or gifted child;
To it all lines or lesser guards belong
That startle with their shining
Such common stories as they stray into.”

Robert Graves kniha The White Goddess

"The White Goddess," lines 18–22, from Poems and Satires (1951)
Poems

“His wiles were witty and his fame far known,
Every king's daughter sought him for her own,
Yet he was nothing to be won or lost.
All lands to him were Ithaca: love-tossed
He loathed the fraud, yet would not bed alone.”

"To Juan at the Winter Solstice" from Poems 1938-1945 (1946)
Poems

“To the much-tossed Ulysses, never done
With woman whether gowned as wife or whore,
Penelope and Circe seemed as one:
She like a whore made his lewd fancies run,
And wifely she a hero to him bore.”

"Ulysses" from Poems 1930-1933 (1933)
Poems

“Intuition is the supra-logic that cuts out all the routine processes of thought and leaps straight from the problem to the answer.”

"Ulysses" from Poems 1930-1933 (1933)
Poems

“If I were a girl, I'd despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of a man who desrves them.”