Louis Macneice

(12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963 / Belfast)

Louis Macneice Poems

1. June Thunder 1/3/2003
2. Christina 1/3/2003
3. The Brandy Glass 1/3/2003
4. Wolves 8/12/2003
5. Epilogue 1/3/2003
6. Carrickfergus 1/3/2003
7. Soap Suds 1/3/2003
8. House On A Cliff 1/13/2003
9. The Suicide 1/3/2003
10. Autobiography 1/3/2003
11. Sunday Morning 1/3/2003
12. Star-Gazer 1/3/2003
13. Bagpipe Music 1/3/2003
14. Snow 1/3/2003
15. The Sunlight On The Garden 1/3/2003
16. Prayer Before Birth 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Louis Macneice

Prayer Before Birth

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For ...

Read the full of Prayer Before Birth


It all began so easy
With bricks upon the floor
Building motley houses
And knocking down your houses
And always building more.

The doll was called Christina,
Her under-wear was lace,
She smiled while you dressed her

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