Enclosure – Poem to RG from Jenny Nicholson: “Bills”
Page from Robert Graves diary manuscript. The diary includes 1,546 pages with 117 enclosures: letters, clippings, photographs post cards, notes, games.
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- The diary is written on quarto sheets, folded horizontally to form octavo booklets, one recto page devoted to each day.
- Robert Graves Diary, 1935-1939
- Accession Number: 1969-003, Item: Gr-1-1049
- Robert Graves Diary project URL: http://graves.uvic.ca/diary_1938-01-01_01_enc.html
- Special Collection finding aid: https://search.archives.uvic.ca/robert-graves-collection
- July 19, 2002
- Enclosure – Poem to RG from Jenny Nicholson: “Bills” Bills (to Robert who paid them). To hystericaly hysterically shriek “Bill” Nearly always will Bring thousands of men from the streets. But you might have meant Bills That advertise Pills And spots and Potted Meats For unnesessary necessary boasting Has kept one sort of Bill posting The other-sort-of-bill that shows through when its it's wet Perhaps on Somewhere like Portland Bill Where Bill meets Till But it wasn't that sort of Bill that I meant or met. Its those Bills that so often keep spendthrifts awake And make cigar-sucking buisiness business men quake And give one's hands that inebriates shake The cause of the Pauper found dead in a lake Oh those Bills Bills that even bowled out Francis Drake, That make Washington lie, and quite by mistake His stipend inadequate madethe Vicar turned Rake Damn Bills! – From a doctor – one bill For curing a chill And a bill from a doctor who failed A bill to Lafrass – for tickets to Paris: I would it had never been mailed. The third 'please-pay' request From the bloke who dressed My Scapparilli-dream of a figure And now lets let's face – this bill for a case And for photograpes two – tell me, could they be bigger? – Dozens and dozens of them Every day So many bits of paper I must pay. That I should have so many Is quite crazy The hard fact is that I am of course Obviously That I am – lazy. Too lazy at 23 past three To rush to the bank So unable to pay cash I've myself to thank Much to too lazy to pull my socks up And earn dough So lazy that I look at Bills And just – owe. And Ronuk-mannered salesman Nothing loth Sends me this neat epitome Of sloth. – Jenny .
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