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16 de may. de 2024 · Los poemas de ‘Diario de otoño’ se anclaban en la realidad histórica, pero no para mirarla de lejos, sino para comprometerse. El poeta y dramaturgo irlandés Louis MacNeice (1907-1963), en ...
Louis MacNeice. Overshadowed during his lifetime by the virtuoso achievements of his close friend W.H. Auden, Louis MacNeice has recently begun to receive the attention he deserves for his command of poetic craft and clear-headed depictions of a murky world. Born in Belfast, Ireland and educated at Oxford, MacNeice came of age with his 1939 ...
Died. September 03, 1963. Genre. Poetry. edit data. Born to Irish parents in Belfast, MacNeice was largely educated in English prep schools. He attended Oxford University, there befriending W.H. Auden. He was part of the generation of "thirties poets" which included W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and Cecil Day-Lewis; nicknamed "MacSpaunday" as a ...
Throughout his career as a poet, Louis MacNeice, born in Belfast but schooled and resident in England, looks at the western counties of Ireland, and indeed the island itself, as a repository of historical memory, including the western Irish roots of his own family. While the east – that is, continental Europe – is embroiled in the Spanish Civil War and the coming Second World War and is ...
Train to Dublin 16078. Train to Dublin. 16078. Poem. by Louis MacNeice. first line Ⓒ: Our half-thought thoughts divide in sifted wisps. 1934-09, 1934-10. Language: English.
Louis MacNeice (1907-1963) Reggie Chamberlain-King While now remembered and rightly so as one of Northern Ireland s nest poets, Frederick Louis MacNeice C.B.E. had a varied career in academia, prose, criticism, drama, and, from 1941 to 1961, as a Radio Features Producer at the BBC in London, where his work was at its most innovative.
In this week’s poem, Louis MacNeice explores the darker side of youthful memory. MacNeice reflects on the early loss of his mother, a loss which remains as a sort of specter for the child in the poem, one that he can’t fully rid himself of. The sense of unease created by the poem’s refrain perfectly sets the tone for Samhain. Autobiography
