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Some now are happy in the hive of home,
Thigh over thigh and a light in the night nursery,
And some are hungry under the starry dome
And some sit turning handles.

— Louis MacNeice Autumn Journal (1939)

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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
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In my childhood trees were green
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