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
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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.
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Entirely by Louis MacNeice
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/louis-...
✒️ #LouisMacNeice, Irish poet and playwright, was #BOTD 12 September 1907. #Poetry #Theatre
Poems: allpoetry.com/Louis-MacNeice
✒ #LouisMacNeice, Irish poet and playwright, #DOTD 3 September 1963. #Poetry #Theatre #Literature
Memories and letting go. Garden thoughts on “Sunlight on the Garden” line ‘Hardens and grows cold’ #fibrobearcares #fibromyalgia #louismacneice
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
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.
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.
