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Louis MacNeice Biography

Frederick Louis MacNeice CBE (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright. He was part of the generation of the Auden Group that included W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and Cecil Day-Lewis. MacNeice's body of work was widely appreciated by the public during his lifetime, due in part to his relaxed, but socially and emotionally aware style. Never as overtly (or simplistically) political as some of his contemporaries, his work shows a humane opposition to totalitarianism as well as an acute awareness of his Irish roots.

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A city built upon mud; A culture built upon profit; Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Why should I want to go back To you, Ireland, my Ireland?

Bud, Cities, Culture, Guilty, Nipped

It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.

Blow, Fall, Glass, Glasses, Honey, Profit

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold

Cage, Cold, Garden, Gold, Time

Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go.

Capitalism, Distrust, Party, Politics

Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.

Love, Glasses, Somewhere Else, Away, Chairs, Pulse

World is suddener than we fancy it.

Fancy, Ireland, Suddener, World

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

Crazier, Plural, Spit, Thinking, Various, World

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.

Come, Fear, Ghoul, Ghouls, Prayer, Rat

All that I would like to be is human, having a share in a civilized, articulate and well-adjusted community where the mind is given its due but the body is not distrusted

Community, Mind, Body, Share, Distrusted

You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Your values blurred, your hearts impure And your past life a ruined church-- But let your poison be your cure.

Church, Cure, Heart, Life, Past, Suicide

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.

Kill Me, Killing, Let, Make, Stone, Stones

In my own prejudice. . I would have of a poet. . . whose worlds would not be too esoteric. . fond of talking. . . . capable of pity and laughter. . appreciative of womem. . involved in personal relationships. . . susceptible to physical impressions

Fond, Laughter, Prejudice, Talking

a fortress against ideas and against the Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.

Men, Ideas, Toys, Aggregate, Insidious, Fortress

There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.

Sorrow, Hawks, Faces, Foreign, Refugees

I am not yet born; Forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyound me, My life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.

Beyound, Death, Forgive, Hands, Mean, Thinking

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.

Thinking, World, Incorrigibly, Think, Plural

September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

Autumn, Give, Kisses, Kissing, Trees, Wall

Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

Authentic, Bogus, God, Mammon

Dublin was a glorious name in our family and had pleasurable associations of violence …Today I am so at home in Dublin, more than in any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me … it took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel – which I quite like too.

Cities, Familiar, Glorious, Home, Name, Years

Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope, And God Save--as you prefer--the King or Ireland. The land of scholars and saints: Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush, Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints

Eye, Ireland, Kings, Land, Manifestoes

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