Louis Macneice

(12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963 / Belfast)

Louis Macneice Poems

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

And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact
Conducting, was his office all those minutes ago,
This man you never heard of. These are the bills
In the intray, the ash in the ashtray, the grey memoranda stacked
Against him, the serried ranks of the box-files, the packed
Jury of his unanswered correspondence
Nodding under the paperweight in the breeze
From the window by which he left; and here is the cracked
Receiver that never got mended and here is the jotter

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