ROBERT GRAVES

ROBERT GRAVES(ST. JOHN'S)DOUBLE RED DAISIESDoublered daisies, they're my flowersWhich nobody else may growIn a big quarrelsome house like oursThey try it sometimes, but no,I root them up because they're my flowersWhich 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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.Double red daisy, that's my mark:I paint it in all my books.It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark—How neat and lovely it looks!So don't forget that it's my trademark;Don't copy it in your books.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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.DEAD COW FARMIt'stold in those old sagas, howIn the beginning the First Cow(For nothing living yet had birthBut Elemental Cow on earth)Began to lick cold stones and mud.Under her warm tongue flesh and bloodBlossomed, a miracle to believe.And so was Adam born, and Eve.Here now is Chaos once again,Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;Here flesh decays and blood drips red,And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.

ROBERT GRAVES(ST. JOHN'S)

Doublered daisies, they're my flowersWhich nobody else may growIn a big quarrelsome house like oursThey try it sometimes, but no,I root them up because they're my flowersWhich 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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.Double red daisy, that's my mark:I paint it in all my books.It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark—How neat and lovely it looks!So don't forget that it's my trademark;Don't copy it in your books.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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.

Doublered 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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that's my mark:I paint it in all my books.It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark—How neat and lovely it looks!So don't forget that it's my trademark;Don't copy it in your books.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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that's my mark:

I paint it in all my books.

It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark—

How neat and lovely it looks!

So don't forget that it's my trademark;

Don't copy it in your books.

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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.

It'stold in those old sagas, howIn the beginning the First Cow(For nothing living yet had birthBut Elemental Cow on earth)Began to lick cold stones and mud.Under her warm tongue flesh and bloodBlossomed, a miracle to believe.And so was Adam born, and Eve.Here now is Chaos once again,Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;Here flesh decays and blood drips red,And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.

It'stold in those old sagas, how

In the beginning the First Cow

(For nothing living yet had birth

But Elemental Cow on earth)

Began to lick cold stones and mud.

Under her warm tongue flesh and blood

Blossomed, a miracle to believe.

And so was Adam born, and Eve.

Here now is Chaos once again,Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;Here flesh decays and blood drips red,And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.

Here now is Chaos once again,

Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;

Here flesh decays and blood drips red,

And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.

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