I am a fan of Robert Graves' autobiography, but his poetry leaves me cold. For example, these lines just strike me as awkward:
Down pressed the sky, and we, oppressed, thrust out
Boastful tongue, clenched fist and valiant yard.
That said, I did like these other lines of his:
It's hard to know if you're alive or dead
When steel and fire go roaring through your head.
Thomas E. Ricks covered the U.S. military for the Washington Post from 2000 through 2008.