Louis Macneice

(12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963 / Belfast)

Louis Macneice Poems

1. Wolves 8/12/2003
2. June Thunder 1/3/2003
3. The Brandy Glass 1/3/2003
4. Carrickfergus 1/3/2003
5. Epilogue 1/3/2003
6. Christina 1/3/2003
7. Soap Suds 1/3/2003
8. House On A Cliff 1/13/2003
9. The Suicide 1/3/2003
10. Sunday Morning 1/3/2003
11. Bagpipe Music 1/3/2003
12. Star-Gazer 1/3/2003
13. Autobiography 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 ...

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Sunday Morning

Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,

And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,

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