“It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.” IfsHandsFallHoursBreakWindGlassesProfitBlowWeatherHoneyBloodyDay To Day Author:Louis MacNeice
“I am not yet born; Forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyound me, My life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.” ThinkingWorldMeanHandsSpeakBornSinMurderForgivingCommitMy ThoughtsTraitorTreasonForgive MePlease Forgive Me Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
