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Mothers
DEDICATED TO ALL FATHERS
(RICHARD WAGNER
RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES
IS PLAYING)
CAREERS
BY ROBERT GRAVES (1895-1985)
FATHER is quite the greatest poet
That ever lived anywhere.
You say you�re going to write great music-
I chose that first: it�s unfair.
Besides, now I can�t be the greatest painter and
do Christ and angels, or lovely pears
and apples and grapes on a green dish,
or storms at sea, or anything lovely,
Because that�s been taken by Claire.
It�s stupid to be an engine-driver,
And soldiers are horrible men.
I won�t be a tailor, I won�t be a sailor,
And gardener�s taken by Ben.
It�s unfair if you say that you�ll write great
music, you horrid, you unkind (I sim-
ply loathe you, though you are my
sister), you beast, cad, coward, cheat,
bully, liar!
Well? Say what�s left for me then!
But we won�t go to your ugly music.
(Listen!) Ben will garden and dig,
And Claire will finish her wondrous pictures
All flaming and splendid and big.
And I�ll be a perfectly marvellous carpenter,
and I�ll make cupboards and benches
and tables and � and baths, and
nice wooden boxes for studs and
money,
And you�ll be jealous, you pig!
AS A DECREPIT FATHER TAKES DELIGHT
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR (1564-1616)
AS a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune�s dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis�d,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic�d,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
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