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Robert Graves - Careers
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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!
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