Poetry

The Foundation, over the years, receives enquiries as to whether Caru ever wrote poetry, or why none of his poetry was ever published. The answer to the former is yes he did, and to the latter no he didn’t. A scouring of his notes, letters and other documents revealed scanty examples of such work, and what there was reveals why his poetry is largely unknown. We include some here, not to applaud his efforts in this field, but to illustrate how his low output has, for wont of a better phrase, lacked practice.

Caru was somewhat of a royalist. In 1911, at the instigation of Prime Minister David Lloyd-George, Prince Edward, eldest son of King George V, was invested as Prince of Wales in a ceremony held at Caernarvon Castle. Caru, despite disappointment at not receiving an invitation, penned some lines and sent them to Lloyd-George, claiming to the son of an old friend of the politician. Caru fully expected the lines to be read out. In those days without radio or television, the only news of such events came from the newspapers. Despite no mention of the poem being read Caru always believed his lines were included at the ceremony.  Here is the poetry he submitted.

Prince Edward Albert Christian, so urbane
To Caernarvon with its stone-built castle
It is to you we do pertain
In regal ermine and royal tassles
Come now, from behind your curtain
To you we are but humble vassals
Oh Prince of Wales we are so certain
With you persona we shall be dazzled

Another example was contained in a letter addressed to his publishers in Cardiff, dated 17th March 1913. This was the day after he was barred fro The Raven Tavern until he had more than settled his bar bills; a rejection he obviously felt deeply about for him to use words like ‘humbly’.

Dear Sir, you’ve had my scripts a month or two
Those tales you agreed to publish
Emblazoned with the name Caru
Please do not think me selfish

For I have fallen foul of predators
And have but pence in my account
These folk are more wolves than creditors
Though debts are but small amounts

I humbly ask a cash advance
I would even submit some poetry
To aid me with my sad finances
and as a show of loyalty.