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The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its net of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

— Louis MacNeice Poems (1937)

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More quotes by Louis MacNeice

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

Poems (1937)

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.

Poems (1937)

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

Poems 1925–1940 (1940)

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

Letters from Iceland (1937)

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

Plant and Phantom (1941)

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