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"O delicate walker, babbler, dialectician Fire,
O enemy and image of ourselves,"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Brother Fire (l. 13-14). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the Will
That wills the natural world but wills us dead."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Brother Fire (l. 11-12). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order,
Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor;
The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept
With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Carrickfergus (l. 17-20). . .
New Oxford Book of Irish Verse, The. Thomas Kinsella, ed. and tr. (1986) Oxford University Press. |
"Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Prayer before Birth (l. 38-39). . .
Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press. |
"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."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Prayer before Birth (l. 1-3). . .
Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press. |
"I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing,"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Prayer before Birth (l. 28-32). . .
Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press. |
"World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Snow (l. 5-6). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"But the ball is lost and the mallet slipped long since from the hands
Under the running tap that are not the hands of a child."
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Soap Suds (l. 15-16). . .
New Oxford Book of Irish Verse, The. Thomas Kinsella, ed. and tr. (1986) Oxford University Press. |
"This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big
House he visited when he was eight:"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Soap Suds (l. 1-2). . .
New Oxford Book of Irish Verse, The. Thomas Kinsella, ed. and tr. (1986) Oxford University Press. |
"Down the road someone is practicing scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,"
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), Anglo-Irish poet. Sunday Morning (l. 1-2). . .
Norton Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. M. H. Abrams, general ed. (5th ed., 1986) W. W. Norton & Company. |
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