Wednesday, December 17, 2014

My Mother’s Pride by Thom Gunn

My Mother’s Pride

She dramatized herself
Without thought of the dangers.
But “Never pay attention,” she said,
“To the opinions of strangers.”

And when I stole from a counter,
“You wouldn’t accept a present
From a tradesman.” But I think I might have:
I had the greed of a peasant.

She was proud of her ruthless wit
And the smallest ears in London.
“Only conceited children are shy.”
I am made by her, and undone.

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