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Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.

— Louis MacNeice Poems (1937)

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The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy
Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.

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Something of glass about her, of dead water,
Chills and holds us,
Far more fatal than painted flesh or the lodestone of live hair
This despair of crystal brilliance.

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Under the coffered gilt the court historian
Turns the mothy silks that time has left him.

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Holidays should be like this,
Free from over-emphasis,
Time for soul to stretch and spit
Before the world comes back on it.

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In my childhood trees were green
And there was plenty to be seen.

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