Only let it form within his hands once more ( Read more... )

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,
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DublinGrey brick upon brick ( Read more... )

Prayer before Birth

Frederick Louis MacNeice (1907/11/12-1963/11/03: b. Belfast, Co. Antrim, Ireland; d. Hertfordshire, England)

Louis MacNeice, transcribed from Touched with Fire (ed. Jack Hydes) (1985)

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.

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TO POSTERITYWhen books have all seized up like the books in graveyards ( Read more... )

THE SUNLIGHT ON THE GARDENThe sunlight on the garden ( Read more... )

SNOWThe room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was ( Read more... )

Louis MacNeiceBagpipe Music ( Read more... )

Bagpipe MusicIt's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw ( Read more... )