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I am not yet born O fill me With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing

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Louis MacNeice
Age: 55 †
Born: 1907
Born: September 12
Died: 1963
Died: September 3
Playwright
Poet
Writer
Belfast
Ireland
Frederick Louis MacNeice
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Humanity
Automaton
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Up the Rebels, To Hell with the Pope, And God Save--as you prefer--the King or Ireland. The land of scholars and saints: Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush, Purblind manifestoes, never-ending complaints
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I was the rector's son, born to the anglican order, Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.
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I am not yet born Forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words When they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, My treason engendered by traitors beyound me, My life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.
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World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.
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Today I am so at home in Dublin, more than in any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. But, as with Belfast it took me years to penetrate its outer ugliness and dourness, so with Dublin it took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.
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And I envy the intransigence of my own Countrymen who shoot to kill and never See the victim's face become their own Or find his motive sabotage their motives.
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A city built upon mud A culture built upon profit Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Why should I want to go back To you, Ireland, my Ireland?
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All that I would like to be is human, having a share in a civilized, articulate and well-adjusted community where the mind is given its due but the body is not distrusted
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Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.
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There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.
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