“The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“Bagpipe Music' It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw, All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me. — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the Will That wills the natural world, but wills us dead.” — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“If war is the test of reality, then all poetry is unreal; but in that case unreality is a virtue.” — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“If war is the test of reality, than all poetry is unreal; but in that case unreality is a virtue.” — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
Why do we like being Irish? Partly because It gives us a hold on the sentimental English As members of a world that never… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
A city built upon mud; A culture built upon profit; Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Why should I want… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
“Cradle Song for Eleanor”: Sleep, my darling, sleep; The pity of it all Is all we compass if We watch disaster fall. Put off… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order, Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor; The Chichesters knelt in… — Louis MacNeice Copy Share Image
