Who is Louis Macneice

Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright, and a member of the Auden Group, which also 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, he expressed a humane opposition to totalitarianism as well as an acute awareness of his roots.


Ireland, 1907–1917

Louis MacNeice (known as Freddie until his teens, when he adopted his middle name) was born in Belfast, the youngest son of John Frederick and Elizabeth Margaret ("Lily") MacNeice. Both were originally fr...
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Louis Macneice Poems

  • 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; ...
  • Christina
    It all began so easy
    With bricks upon the floor
    Building motley houses
    And knocking down your houses ...
  • The Sunlight On The Garden
    The sunlight on the garden
    Hardens and grows cold,
    We cannot cage the minute
    Within its nets of gold; ...
  • June Thunder
    The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
    Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
    Through fields of mustard and under boldly embattled
    Mays and chestnuts ...
  • Carrickfergus
    I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries
    To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams:
    Thence to Smoky Carrick in County Antrim
    Where the bottle-neck harbour collects the mud which jams ...
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Adair_mark: ‘if we could get the hang of it entirely it would take too long; all we know is the splash of words in passing and the falling twigs of song…’ louis macneice - from entirely
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Tiny_camels: three years ago today, when i got home from my last on-campus workday before the covid-19 pandemic lockdown began, i lay on the sofa and tweeted these lines, a pastiche of louis macneice's brilliant autumn journal, written in the months before the outbreak of world war ii.
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I'M Ceded-i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs
 by Emily Dickinson


I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,

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