Part of a poem by Louis Macneice

Aug 23, 2008 15:20



Where can you find a fire that burns and gives no warmth?
Where is the tall ship that chose to run on a rock?
Where are there more fish than ever filled the ocean?
Where can you find a clock that strikes when it has stopped?

Oh, poverty is the fire that burns and gives no warmth,
My youth is the tall ship that chose to run on a rock,
Men yet unborn could more than fill the ocean,
And death is the black clock that strikes when it has stopped.

(from A Hand of Snapshots, 1954)

Loius Macneice

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