Louis MacNeice

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None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives, Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall. But may I cure that habit, look up and outwards And may my feet follow my wider glance First no doubt to stumble, then to walk with the others And in the end—with time and luck—to dance.
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My dog, a symbol of the abandoned order, Lies on the carriage floor, Her eyes inept and glamorous as a film star's, Who wants to live, i.e. who wants more Presents, jewellery, furs, gadgets, solicitations As if to live were not Following the curve of a planet or controlled water But a leap in the dark, a tangent, a stray shot.
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