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GOING THE WHOLE HOG from kendrive ^Pro 135 days old

This is the last in my series of poems by Louis MacNeice. I hope you have enjoyed them. Tomorrow I am moving on to a new topic and, for about three ...

IF ONLY YOU WOULD COME from kendrive ^Pro 137 days old

There are some marvellous phrases in this description of an early summer's day by Louis MacNeice "boldly embattled Mays and chestnuts" "beeches verdurous ...

BRING BACK THE MOMENT from kendrive ^Pro 138 days old

[ ... ] last diner, like a ventriloquist’s doll Left by his master, gazes before him, begs: “Only let it form within my hands once more.” Louis Macneice

EASY LIKE . . . from kendrive ^Pro 139 days old

[ ... ] will not tire To tell how there is no music or movement which secures Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures. Louis MacNeice

THIS WAS HIS OFFICE from kendrive ^Pro 140 days old

"This touching poem about a colleague who killed himself is a moving record of MacNeice's response to years of office life. The image of 'a manhole ...

Play! from kendrive ^Pro 141 days old

[ ... ] But the ball is lost and the mallet slipped long since from the hands Under the running tap that are not the hands of a child. Louis MacNeice

THE WESTMEN ISLES from kendrive ^Pro 142 days old

[ ... ] Louis MacNeice visited them several times and here is his poem about an unfortunate trawlerman. I am afraid I cannot find a printed ...

COME CLOSER, FORM A CIRCLE from kendrive ^Pro 143 days old

[ ... ] Louis Macneice You may like to listen to this recording of a reading of the poem by Nick Laird at the Louis MacNeice Centenary ...

AND LEFT BEHIND A BROKEN DOLL from kendrive ^Pro 145 days old

[ ... ] the name Christina And suddenly saw Christina Dead on the nursery floor. Louis Macneice I wonder - who was Christina in Louis Macneice's life?

HOUSE ON A CLIFF from kendrive ^Pro 148 days old

[ ... ] The empty bowl of heaven, the empty deep. Indoors a purposeful man who talks at cross Purposes, to himself, in a broken sleep. Louis Macneice