Who is Louis MacneiceFrederick 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.
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; ...
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 ...
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 ...
Top 10 most used topics by Louis MacneiceSea 4 Yellow 4 Suddenly 4 Sky 4 Church 3 Garden 3 Away 3 Never 3 World 3 Room 3
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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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