Bagpipe Music (Louis MacNeice Poems)
It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw, All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the ...
Louis MacNeice Poems (19 Poems)
Prayer Before Birth (Louis MacNeice Poems)
I am not yet born; O hear me.Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or theclub-footed ...
Carrickfergus (Louis MacNeice Poems)
I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantriesTo the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of ...
June Thunder (Louis MacNeice Poems)
The Junes were free and full, driving through tinyRoads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,Through fields of mustard and under boldly ...
Autobiograph (Louis MacNeice Poems)
In my childhood trees were greenAnd there was plenty to be seen. Come back early or never come. My father ...
The Suicide (Louis MacNeice Poems)
And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in factConducting, was his office all those minutes ago,This man you ...
Autobiography (Louis Macneice Poems)
My father made the walls resound,He wore his collar the wrong way round.When I was five the black dreamscame;Nothing after ...
Star-Gazer (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one elseThe number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry ...
Sunday Morning (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Down the road someone is practising scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to ...
Wolves (Louis Macneice Poems)
I do not want to be reflective any moreEnvying and despising unreflective thingsFinding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwritingAnd young ...
The Sunlight on the Garden (Louis MacNeice Poems)
The sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold;When all is toldWe cannot ...
Eclogue by a Five-barred Gate (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Well, I dreamt it was a hot day, the territorialsWere out on melting asphalt under the howitzers,The brass music bounced ...
Christina (Louis MacNeice Poems)
It all began so easyWith bricks upon the floorBuilding motley housesAnd knocking down your housesAnd always building more.The doll was ...
The Brandy Glass (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Only let it form within his hands once more -The moment cradled like a brandy glass.Sitting alone in the empty ...
Epilogue (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Rows of books around me stand,Fence me in on either hand;Through that forest of dead wordsI would hunt the living ...
Last before America (Louis MacNeice Poems)
A spiral of green hay on the end of a rake:The moment is sweat and sun-prick---children and old womenBig in ...
Snow (Louis MacNeice Poems)
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink rose against it Soundlessly collateral and ...
House On A Cliff (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors The winking signal on the waste of sea. Indoors the sound ...
Soap Suds (Louis MacNeice Poems)
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...