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Careers

 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...Read more of this...

Mr. Philosopher

 Old Mr. Philosopher 
Comes for Ben and Claire, 
An ugly man, a tall man, 
With bright-red hair. 

The books that he’s written
No one can read. 
“In fifty years they’ll understand: 
Now there’s no need. 

“All that matters now 
Is getting the fun.
Come along, Ben and Claire; 
Plenty to be done.” 

Then old Philosopher, 
Wisest man alive, 
Plays at Lions...Read more of this...

Letter to S.S. from Mametz Wood

 I never dreamed we’d meet that day 
In our old haunts down Fricourt way, 
Plotting such marvellous journeys there 
For jolly old “Apr?s-la-guerre.” 

Well, when it’s over, first we’ll meet 
At Gweithdy Bach, my country seat 
In Wales, a curious little shop 
With two rooms and a roof on top, 
A sort of Morlancourt-ish billet 
That never needs a...Read more of this...

Julie Claire

 Oh Julie Claire was very fair,
Yet generous as well,
And many a lad of metal had
A saucy tale to tell
Of sultry squeeze beneath the trees
Or hugging in the hay . . .
Of love her share had Julie Claire
When life was lush and gay.

And then the village wealth to pillage
Came the Teuton horde;
The haughty Huns with mighty guns
And clattering of sword.
And...Read more of this...

Barb-Wire Bill

 At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim,
When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've got to do it, Jim.
We've got to make Fort Liard quick. I know the river's bad,
But, oh! the little woman's sick . . . why! don't you savvy, lad?"
And me! Well, yes, I must confess it wasn't hard to see
Their...Read more of this...

Double Red Daisies

 Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow. 
In a big quarrelsome house like ours 
They try it sometimes—but no, 
I root them up because they’re my flowers,
Which nobody else may grow.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it; 
Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it. 
Daisies, double red daisies for me, 
The beautifulest...Read more of this...

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