11 ordspråk av Louis MacNeice
Louis MacNeice
 The sunlight in the garden
Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold |
| Our freedom as free lances
advances toward its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon my friend We shall have no time for dances. |
| Time was away and somewhere else, / There were two glasses and two chairs / And two people with one pulse. |
| Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me. |
| I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity. |
| So they were married-to be the more together- And found they were never again so much together, Divided by the morning tea, By the evening paper, By children and tradesmen's bills |
| Crumbling between the fingers, under the feet, / Crumbling behind the eyes, / Their world gives way and dies / And something twangs and breaks at the end of the street. |
| Some on commission, some for the love of learning, Some because they have nothing better to do Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden The drumming of the demon in their ears |
| Crumbling between the fingers, under the feet, / Crumbling behind the eyes, / Their world gives way and dies / And something twangs and breaks at the end of the street. |
| Better authentic mammon than a bogus god. |
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Louis MacNeice proverb