Louis MacNeice

Autobiography In my childhood trees were green Bagpipe Music It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw, Carrickfergus I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries Christina It all began so easy Epilogue Rows of books around me stand, House On A Cliff Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors June Thunder The Junes were free and full, driving through tiny Prayer Before Birth I am not yet born; O hear me. Snow The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Soap Suds This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big Star-Gazer Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else Sunday Morning Down the road someone is practising scales, The Brandy Glass Only let it form within his hands once more - The Suicide And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden