Entirely
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Overshadowed during his lifetime by the virtuoso achievements of his close friend W.H. Auden, LOUIS MACNEICE (1907—1963) has recently begun
. . . MORE »By Louis MacNeice
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.
Louis MacNeice, "Entirely" from The Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice, edited by E. R. Dodds. Used by permission of David Higham Associates, Ltd.