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Daughter Poems
There is no obstacle
INTRODUCTION
The role of women in society at the turn of the 20th century I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
was vastly different than it is today. They were not allowed And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
to vote, had no property rights, were rarely allowed to work
outside the home, or to gain a college education. Women And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
were very dependent on men. Written just after the turn of
the 20th century, A Pray for My Daughter portrays how a In the elms above the flooded stream;
father hopes that instead of growing up to be a very Imagining in excited reverie
beautiful woman, his daughter should be blessed with the
attributes of a virtuous and great soul. She should be well- That the future years had come,
mannered and full of humility rather than being strongly
opinionated, to avoid intellectual detestation that could Dancing to a frenzied drum,
drown her in misery. Travel back in time with me to view a Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
different world for women. A Prayer for My Daughter by
William Butler Yeats.
May she be granted beauty and yet not
That chooses right, and never find a friend. That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
Helen being chosen found life flat and dull Their magnanimities of sound,
And later had much trouble from a fool, Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray, Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
Being fatherless could have her way O may she live like some green laurel
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man. Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
A crazy salad with their meat My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone. The sort of beauty that I have approved,
In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned; Yet knows that to be choked with hate
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned May well be of all evil chances chief.
Yet many, that have played the fool Assault and battery of the wind
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise, Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes. So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born Are innocence and beauty born?
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Ceremony's a name for the rich horn,
Because of her opinionated mind And custom for the spreading laurel tree.
so she can take down the evidence. with her clothes on.
write everything down on her tongue. I'll tell her that when the words finally flow too fast
I'll help her to see that she will not find God and she has no use for a pen
or salvation in a dark brick building that she must quit her job
I'll explain to her that it's better to regret the things leaving the door open.
she has done than the things she hasn't. I'll teach her to follow the words.
I'll teach her to write her manifestos I'll tell her to stand up
I'll tell her that her skin is the stay she'll say
go.
to use her nickname, I'll tell her that when she first bleeds
need me anymore.
SOURCE INFORMATION
Author: Nicole Blakcman
Book: Blood Sugar
ISBN: 978-1888451344
Publisher: Akashic Books
Date (Month/Year): May 2002