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Victor

Victor was a little baby,

Into this world he came;

His father took him on his knee and said:'Don't dishonour the family name.'Victor looked up at his

Looked up with big round eyes:

His father said; 'Victor, my only son,

Don't you ever ever tell lies.'Victor and his father went

Out in a little dog-cart;

His father took a Bible from his pocket and read;'Blessed are the pure in heart.'It was a frosty

Victor was only eighteen,

But his figures were neat and his margins were

And his cuffs were always clean.

He took a room at the Peveril,

A respectable boarding-house;

And Time watched Victor day after

As a cat will watch a mouse.

The clerks slapped Victor on the shoulder;'Have you ever had woman?' they said,'Come down town with us on Saturday night.'Victor smiled and shook his head.

The manager sat in his office,

Smoked a Corona cigar:

Said; 'Victor's a decent fellow

He's too mousy to go far.'Victor went up the his bedroom,

Set the alarum bell;

Climbed into bed, took his Bible and

Of what happened to Jezebel.

It was the First of April,

Anna to the Peveril came;

Her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her

And her smile set men aflame,

She looked as pure as a

On her First Communion day,

But her kisses were like the best

When she gave herself away.

It was the Second of April.

She was wearing a coat of fur;

Victor met her upon the

And he fell in love with her.

The first time he made his proposal,

She laughed, said; 'I'll never wed;

The second time there was a pause;

Then she smiled and shook her head.

Anna looked into her mirror,

Pouted and gave a frown:

Said 'Victor's as dull as a wet

But I've got to settle down.'The third time he made his proposal,

As they walked by the Reservoir:

She gave him a kiss like a blow on the head,

Said; 'You are my heart's desire.'They were married early in August,

She said; 'Kiss me, you funny boy';

Victor took her in his arms and said;'O my Helen of Troy.'It was the middle of September,

Victor came to the office one day;

He was wearing a flower in his buttonhole,

He was late but he was gay.

The clerks were talking of Anna,

The door was just ajar:

One said, 'Poor old Victor, but where

Is bliss, et cetera.'Victor stood still as a statue,

The door was just ajar:

One said, 'God, what fun I had with

In that Baby Austin car.'Victor walked out into the High Street,

He walked to the edge of town:

He came to the allotments and the rubbish

And his tears came tumbling down.

Victor looked up at the

As he stood there all alone;

Cried; 'Are you in Heaven,

Father?'But the sky said 'Address not known'.

Victor looked at the mountains,

The mountains all covered in

Cried; 'Are you pleased with me,

Father?'And the answer came back,

No.

Victor came to the forest,

Cried: 'Father, will she ever be true?'And the oaks and the beeches shook their

And they answered: 'Not to you.'Victor came to the

Where the wind went sweeping by:

Cried; 'O Father,

I love her so',

But the wind said, 'She must die'.

Victor came to the

Running so deep and so still:

Crying; 'O Father, what shall I do?'And the river answered, 'Kill'.

Anna was sitting at table,

Drawing cards from a pack;

Anna was sitting at

Waiting for her husband to come back.

It wasn't the Jack of

Nor the Joker she drew first;

It wasn't the King or the Queen of

But the Ace of Spades reversed.

Victor stood in the doorway,

He didn't utter a word:

She said; 'What's the matter, darling?'He behaved as if he hadn't heard.

There was a voice in his left ear,

There was a voice in his right,

There was a voice at the base of his

Saying, 'She must die tonight.'Victor picked up a carving-knife,

His features were set and drawn,

Said; 'Anna it would have been better for

If you had not been born.'Anna jumped up from the table,

Anna started to scream,

But Victor came slowly after

Like a horror in a dream.

She dodged behind the sofa,

She tore down a curtain rod,

But Victor came slowly after her:

Said; 'Prepare to meet thy God.'She managed to wrench the door open,

She ran and she didn't stop.

But Victor followed her up the

And he caught her at the top.

He stood there above the body,

He stood there holding the knife;

And the blood ran down the stairs and sang,'I'm the Resurrection and the Life'.

They tapped Victor on the shoulder,

They took him away in a van;

He sat as quiet as a lump of

Saying, 'I am the Son of Man'.

Victor sat in a

Making a woman of clay:

Saying; 'I am Alpha and Omega,

I shall

To judge the earth some day.'

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W H Auden

Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973) was an Anglo-American poet. Auden's poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical ac…

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