A LETTER TO PAPA
by J. Porter
 

 
Prayer for my Daughter. W.B.Yeats. 1865 - 1939
Written on the birth of his daughter, Anne Butler Yeats in 1919
 
Relevant lines
 
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all’s accustomed, ceremonious
......
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking glass...
......
In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not totally beautiful;
......
 
From GEOGE’S GHOSTS A new life of W.B.Yeats by Brenda Maddox 1999
 
Page 332. George (W.B.’s wife) and Yeats wished their daughter were
more stylish. Yeats scolded her if she went around with ladders in her stockings
and urged her to wear gold nail varnish and dress more exotically. (Her aunts in
Dundrum felt the same.) Their concerns probably masked anxiety that she may
not find the well born husband who would ‘bring her to a house/Where all’s
accustomed, ceremonious.’ (In the event, Anne Yeats never narried and has said
she found ‘A Prayer to my Daughter’ very hard to live up to.)
 
 

 
My memory of Anne Yeats on a a one night visit to us while passing
through Kano, Nigeria, about thirty years ago, en-route from India to Dublin,
was of a pallid, greatly overweight woman with a voracious appetite. She ladled
three heaped teaspoons of sugar into her coffee. I’ve often wondered since, what effect the publicised expectations of her famous father had on her.
 
 
A LETTER TO PAPA
by J. Porter
 
I thank you not for your prayer to me
The burden of your hopes has hobbled
My very soul.
I wear my laddered stockings
Defiantly I over sweeten my coffee
And grow fat.
I spurn the artifices of beauty
I shun that which was not given to me
I am as I am.
But thankyou for the American royalties
Safe from the tax man I’ve used them well
Travelling the world.
 
 
 
W.B.Y. bequeathed the American royalties to Anne and the
European royalties to his son Michael.
 
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