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Louis MacNeice's Poetry, by first line

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  • 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.
    34 lines
  • Christina
    It all began so easy
    With bricks upon the floor
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Soap Suds
    This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big
    House he visited when he was eight: the walls of the bathroom open
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • The Suicide
    And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact
    Conducting, was his office all those minutes ago,
    19 lines
  • Star-Gazer
    Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
    The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
    17 lines
  • Carrickfergus
    I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries
    To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams:
    28 lines
  • Epilogue
    Rows of books around me stand,
    Fence me in on either hand;
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • June Thunder
    The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny
    Roads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,
    28 lines
  • Sunday Morning
    Down the road someone is practising scales,
    The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • The Brandy Glass
    Only let it form within his hands once more -
    The moment cradled like a brandy glass.
    9 lines
  • Autobiography
    My father made the walls resound,
    He wore his collar the wrong way round.
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • House On A Cliff
    Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors
    The winking signal on the waste of sea.
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Last before America
    A spiral of green hay on the end of a rake:
    The moment is sweat and sun-prick---children and old women
    4 lines
  • Prayer Before Birth
    I am not yet born; O hear me.
    Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
    45 lines, 5 comments
  • Snow
    The room was suddenly rich and the great
              bay-window was
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • The Sunlight on the Garden
    The sunlight on the garden
    Hardens and grows cold,
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • Eclogue by a Five-barred Gate
    Well, I dreamt it was a hot day, the territorials
    Were out on melting asphalt under the howitzers,
    11 lines
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