Fairies and Fusiliers:

While looking for the Lucasta, I reread much of this collection. If you haven't read it, you should; it's contains some of the most searing war poetry of WWI and some beautiful lyric stuff. I cried the first time I read Graves' depiction of an earthly paradise frim the trenches in "Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood."

What better epitaph is there than "all that is simple, happy, strong, he is?" What better description of the friendship of soldiers than "We faced him, and we found Beauty in Death, in dead man breath"? How can anyone not love his description of a childhood poet?

And it's free online, so you have no excuse not to read it.