Prayer Before Birth Poem by Louis Macneice

Prayer Before Birth

Rating: 4.0


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 the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

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, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Powell 05 December 2013

Still my favourite poem from when I first read it as a teenager 35 years ago. It is as relevant now - if not more so - than when it was first written in 1944. Check out more of MacNeice's stuff - it's very modern in thought, imagery and words. Bagpipe Music is another famous one.

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Stefania Hadjipalou 14 March 2014

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Kevin Patrick 06 October 2012

Our Identity is influenced by a combination of genetics and environment, it impacts us and shapes us to be what we are, what I like about this is that Mr Macneice is feeling the conundrum of being something that he is not entirely comfortable with, he exists but is not alive as an entity of his own will but as an impulse of the greater world. He is trying to be a man without being compromised by the greater social order. At least thats how I interpret it, either way it’s a wonderful modern poem that says what it wants and can be read with thoughtful understanding. Regards

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Sridatta Gupta 07 October 2012

loved it.amazing expression

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Maureen Travers 15 April 2007

I first read this poem many years ago. It has stayed with me ever since (as all the best poems do) and I believe it has influenced my personal philosophy. I think that people have much more influence on other people, other creatures, the world, than many of us would like to believe. We all affect those around us just by being on earth. As a novice poet myself, I hope that someday my words may have a profound effect on at least one person. Surely that makes anyone's life worthwhile?

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Chinedu Dike 04 February 2022

Well conceived and nicely brought forth with conviction......

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 February 2021

5 Stars and Congratulations for The Classic POem Of The Day!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 February 2021

'My sympathies are Left, ' he wrote. 'But not in my heart or my guts.' That we can read in this quote of him. Uttering loudly that he is a communist, he would be sentenced, perhaps to death. Excellent poem but full of melancholy

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 February 2021

Expressing in a straight way about the own thoughts and stream in society, would be very dangerous. He is a communist, but dared not to write nor utter about that theme.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 February 2021

His angst utttered in a poem full of metaphors. A true thought-provoking poem, especially about an unborn child

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