|   Goliath 
                and David   | 
          
           
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            by 
                Robert Graves  | 
          
           
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            | Yet 
              once an earlier David took | 
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            | Smooth pebbles 
              from the brook: | 
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            | Out between 
              the lines he went | 
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            | To that one-sided 
              tournament, | 
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            | A shepherd 
              boy who stood out fine | 
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            | And young 
              to fight a Philistine | 
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            | Clad all in 
              brazen mail. He swears | 
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            | That 
              he’s killed lions, he’s killed bears, | 
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            | And 
              those that scorn the God of Zion | 
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            | Shall 
              perish so like bear or lion. | 
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            | But . . . 
              the historian of that fight | 
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            | Had not the 
              heart to tell it right. | 
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            | Striding 
              within javelin range, | 
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            | Goliath 
              marvels at this strange | 
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            | Goodly-faced 
              boy so proud of strength. | 
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            | David’s 
              clear eye measures the length; | 
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            | With hand 
              thrust back, he cramps one knee,  | 
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            | Poises a moment 
              thoughtfully, | 
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            | And hurls 
              with a long vengeful swing. | 
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            | The pebble, 
              humming from the sling | 
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            | Like a wild 
              bee, flies a sure line | 
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            | For the forehead 
              of the Philistine; | 
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            | Then . . . 
              but there comes a brazen clink, | 
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            | And quicker 
              than a man can think | 
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            | Goliath’s 
              shield parries each cast. | 
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            | Clang! clang! 
              and clang! was David’s last. | 
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            | Scorn blazes 
              in the Giant’s eye, | 
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            | Towering unhurt 
              six cubits high. | 
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            | Says foolish 
              David, “Damn your shield! | 
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            | And damn my 
              sling! but I’ll not yield.” | 
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            | He takes his 
              staff of Mamre oak, | 
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            | A knotted 
              shepherd-staff that’s broke | 
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            | The skull 
              of many a wolf and fox | 
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            | Come filching 
              lambs from Jesse’s flocks. | 
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            | Loud laughs 
              Goliath, and that laugh | 
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            | Can scatter 
              chariots like blown chaff | 
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            | To rout; but 
              David, calm and brave, | 
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            | Holds his 
              ground, for God will save. | 
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            | Steel crosses 
              wood, a flash, and oh! | 
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            | Shame for 
              beauty’s overthrow! | 
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            | (God’s 
              eyes are dim, His ears are shut.) | 
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            | One cruel 
              backhand sabre-cut — | 
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            | “I’m 
              hit! I’m killed!” young David cries, | 
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            | Throws blindly 
              forward, chokes . . . and dies.  | 
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            | And look, 
              spike-helmeted, grey, grim, | 
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            | Goliath straddles 
              over him. | 
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             D. 
                C. T.  — This poem is dedicated to David Cuthbert Thomas, 
                a lieutenant in the First Battalion of the Royal Welch Fusiliers 
                and a good friend of both Robert Graves and Siegfried Sassoon.  
                (Sassoon’s poem “Enemies” was also inspired 
                by Thomas’s death.)  | 
          
           
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            | Fricourt 
              — A place in the Somme département and the 
              site of particularly heavy fighting during several battles of the 
              war. | 
          
           
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             David 
                — The earlier David is, of course, the boy whose defeat 
                of Goliath is related in 1 Samuel 17, and who later becomes King 
                of Israel.  | 
          
           
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            Philistine 
                — In the bibilical story, Goliath is a Philistine warrior. 
                In modern usage, the word philistine has come to mean 
                someone who is uncultured, crude, and who has no appreciation 
                for the arts. This describes quite well the general attitude other 
                Europeans had towards the Germans at the time.  Some evidence 
                now suggests that the Philistines were actually a branch of Mycenaean 
                Greeks — the same people who inspired Homer’s epics.  | 
          
           
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            | Zion 
              — An ancient name for one of the mountains near Jerusalem, 
              the word Zion gradually became a poetic term for the entire 
              city. | 
          
           
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            six 
                cubits — A cubit is a common measurement of ancient 
                cultures, though the exact length varied from place to place and 
                over time. (Actually, the oldest texts give Goliath’s height 
                as four cubits and a span, while the later versions of the story 
                increase that to six cubits and a span — a span being a 
                smaller measument into which the cubit was divided.)  | 
          
           
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            | Mamre 
              — a marketplace mentioned in the Old Testament and traditionally 
              associated with oak trees | 
          
           
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            Jesse’s 
                 — Jesse of Bethlehem is David’s father in the 
                story; David is his youngest son (his eighth, though the New Testament 
                changes that to seventh)  | 
          
           
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            spike-helmeted 
                — a reference to the Picklhaube, the well-known 
                German helmet that was standard-issue during the first half of 
                the war but was then gradually replaced by the Stahlhelm, 
                or steel helmet. (The Picklhaube was made of boiled leather 
                and provided little protection against shrapnel.)  |