“It's no go the picture palace, it's no go the stadium, It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums. It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension.” YearsCountryGovernmentElectionFiftyHatsDaily LifeGrantsPotApathyLazinessPalacesStadiumsPensionArses Author:Louis MacNeice
“September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.” GivingShouldYearsWholeNextLeftFireTreeHairWallMonthsKissingShadowDancingLondonRememberedAutumnLeapSeptemberScentVitalityWaterfallsPerplexedFireplaces Book:Autumn Journal Source: Autumn Journal
“Today I am so at home in Dublin, more than in any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. But, as with Belfast it took me years to penetrate its outer ugliness and dourness, so with Dublin it took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.” FeelsYearsHomeTodayNamesCitiesViolenceFamiliarBitterOur FamilyGloriousCharmAssociationKernelDublin Author:Louis MacNeice
