#LouisMacNeice
LightNews LightNews
lucyrebeccaholme.bsky.social
Charity shop treasure #corkcity #michaellongley #louismacneice #faberbooks
August 21, 2024 at 11:10 AM
madridlitmag.bsky.social
Written in Dubai as events unfold, @fiddes.bsky.social sequence continues to find traces of connection and quiet affirmation amid uncertainty. #Iran #war #peace @unitednations1945.bsky.social #louismacneice #journal #Dubai #eyewitness #news
March 19, 2026 at 4:32 AM
nathanfrancis79.bsky.social
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/louis-...

✒️ #LouisMacNeice, Irish poet, playwright, and BBC producer, was #BOTD 12 September 1907. #Poetry #Theatre
September 12, 2026 at 3:12 AM
emmaharding.bsky.social
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

- Sunday Morning, #LouisMacNeice #poetry
May 11, 2025 at 7:47 AM
nathanfrancis79.bsky.social
Poems: allpoetry.com/Louis-MacNeice

✒ #LouisMacNeice, Irish poet and playwright, #DOTD 3 September 1963. #Poetry #Theatre #Literature
September 3, 2025 at 12:27 AM
nathanfrancis79.bsky.social
Poems: poetryfoundation.org/poets/louis-ma…] #LouisMacNeicece, Irish poet, playwright, and BBC produce#DOTDTD 3 September 1963#Poetryr#Theatrer#Literaturere
September 2, 2026 at 11:06 PM
jdmromerobarea.bsky.social
“#Septiembre ha sembrado todo #Londres de besos recordados” #LouisMacNeice #DiarioDeOtoño @faberbooks.bsky.social @slightlyfoxed.bsky.social Mi #artículo @zendalibros.bsky.social #FelizSemana @aidabsanchez.bsky.social @hmeoro.bsky.social #BienvenidoOtoño romerobarea.wordpress.com/2025/10/03/l...
October 5, 2025 at 10:14 AM
kathrynmccary.bsky.social
#LouisMacNeice #TheTaxi #Poetry
May 3, 2025 at 1:04 PM
jdmromerobarea.bsky.social
“El #poeta baila sus #experiencias con #palabras” #LouisMacNeice #DiarioDeOtoño @faberbooks.bsky.social @foxedquarterly.bsky.social Mi #artículo @zendalibros.bsky.social #BuenosDías🌞 @unisevilla.bsky.social @bibliotecaus.bsky.social #FelicesLecturas🎁 romerobarea.wordpress.com/2025/10/03/l...
October 5, 2025 at 10:33 AM
missingintheslips.bsky.social
Surprise. Back from dinner on São Miguel, I check to see how Essex are doing (not well) and discover a notification this is now (again?) available from RTE: me on #LouisMacNeice back when my book had just come out. Excellent book (the reviews said so🙂), pretty lame interviewee, alas #booksky.
Dustin
www.rte.ie
May 22, 2026 at 8:32 PM
missingintheslips.bsky.social
Feel it's time to mention this again. I am quite proud of it, so... #booksky #LouisMacNeice #poetry
Louis MacNeice: In a Between World
Prof. Christopher J. Fauske April 2016 This powerful new perspective on MacNeice’s life and work explores his poetry, prose and drama as part of a biographical re-evaluation. Christopher Fauske places...
www.irishacademicpress.ie
March 6, 2026 at 10:31 PM
catsbearsandme.bsky.social
#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#LouisMacNeice

Prayer Before Birth by Louis MacNeice
I am not yet born; O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me. I am not yet born, console me. I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me. I am not yet born; provide me With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me. I am not yet born; forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak to me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me. I am not yet born; rehearse me In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me. I am not yet born; O hear me, Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me. I am not yet born; O fill me With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me. Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me. Otherwise kill me.
June 14, 2026 at 3:40 PM
nathanfrancis79.bsky.social
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/louis-...

✒️ #LouisMacNeice, Irish poet and playwright, was #BOTD 12 September 1907. #Poetry #Theatre
September 12, 2025 at 1:13 AM
fibrobearcares.bsky.social
Memories and letting go. Garden thoughts on “Sunlight on the Garden” line ‘Hardens and grows cold’ #fibrobearcares #fibromyalgia #louismacneice
July 4, 2025 at 1:58 PM
missingintheslips.bsky.social
When she opened a copy of Autumn Journal while traveling home on the Tube, Sharp burst into tears thinking people would now look at her as the person who had rejected Louis. I am still touched by her faith in how many people read poetry. #LouisMacNeice #booksky #arthistory
nancysharplife.bsky.social nancysharplife.bsky.social @nancysharplife.bsky.social · Jun 21
Nancy painted a few compelling portraits in her life. It was Loius MacNeice who encouraged her to do so, and she was always proud of this compelling painting of him. They had an affair/relationship for a while. He wrote some of the best love poetry of the C20 about her. #louismacneice #booksky
Nancy Sharp's portrait of Loyis MacNeice. He is wearing a black leather jacket, hands crossed and resting on his crossed legs. The background is a warm brown.
July 19, 2026 at 8:50 PM
nancysharplife.bsky.social
Nancy painted a few compelling portraits in her life. It was Loius MacNeice who encouraged her to do so, and she was always proud of this compelling painting of him. They had an affair/relationship for a while. He wrote some of the best love poetry of the C20 about her. #louismacneice #booksky
Nancy Sharp's portrait of Loyis MacNeice. He is wearing a black leather jacket, hands crossed and resting on his crossed legs. The background is a warm brown.
June 21, 2026 at 8:51 PM
jdmromerobarea.bsky.social
“#Ahora os bailaré la #guerra” dice #Nijinksy” #LouisMacNeice #DiarioDeOtoño @faberbooks.bsky.social @foxedquarterly.bsky.social Mi #artículo en @zendalibros.bsky.social 🔔♥️🔅 #mustread #AutumnReading @blueskyreadersclub.bsky.social @bloguersnet.bsky.social
romerobarea.wordpress.com/2025/10/03/l...
October 5, 2025 at 10:21 AM
catsbearsandme.bsky.social
#Poetry
#Poem
#BlueskyPoetry
#LouisMacNeice

Entirely by Louis MacNeice
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 falling twigs of song, And when we try to eavesdrop on the great Presences it is rarely That by a stroke of luck we can appropriate Even a phrase entirely. If we could find our happiness entirely In somebody else’s arms We should not fear the spears of the spring nor the city’s Yammering fire alarms But, as it is, the spears each year go through Our flesh and almost hourly Bell or siren banishes the blue Eyes of Love entirely. And if the world were black or white entirely And all the charts were plain Instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters, A prism of delight and pain, We might be surer where we wished to go Or again we might be merely Bored but in brute reality there is no Road that is right entirely.
September 22, 2025 at 4:04 PM
catsbearsandme.bsky.social
#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#LouisMacNeice

Star-Gazer by Louis MacNeice
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night And the westward train was empty and had no corridors So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight Of those almost intolerably bright Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks How very far off they were, it seemed their light Had left them (some at least) long years before I was. And this remembering now I mark that what Light was leaving some of them at least then, Forty-two years ago, will never arrive In time for me to catch it, which light when It does get here may find that there is not Anyone left alive To run from side to side in a late night train Admiring it and adding noughts in vain.
May 17, 2026 at 3:53 PM
missingintheslips.bsky.social
A sketch of #louismacneice done while Nancy Sharp was traveling with him in the #hebrides for the book that would become #Icrossedtheminch. They had to stay in separate bedrooms as they were not married and the islands' mores of did not allowed shared rooms.
A pencil sketch of Louis MacNeice resting / sleeping in, presumably, a boat cabin. He is leaning on one elbow at a table. There is a single bed on the right hand side of the illustration and two bare light bulbs on the ceiling, with small windows running the width of the cabin above the bed and table.
December 3, 2024 at 2:10 PM
jdmromerobarea.bsky.social
“El #otoño privilegia/ Los #árboles sin hojas y el #fuego en la #chimenea” @mathewlyons.bsky.social sobre #LouisMacNeice #DiarioDeOtoño @faberbooks.bsky.social @foxedquarterly.bsky.social #SlightlyFoxed Mi #artículo en @zendalibros.bsky.social #FelizDomingo🌟 romerobarea.wordpress.com/2025/10/03/l...
October 5, 2025 at 9:57 AM
thehauntedbookshop.com
You know you want to see it. #poetry #biopic #LouisMacNeice #booklover #poet <a href="http://t.co/iBed5OW9M9" class="hover:underline text-blue-600 dark:text-sky-400 no-card-link" target="_blank" rel="noopener" data-link="bsky">http://t.co/iBed5OW9M9
November 3, 2024 at 3:17 PM