Skip to content

Poems of the week

September 14, 2010

Here are some poems written by Louis MacNeice at the age of seven, quoted from Jon Stallworthy’s MacNeice biography:

O parrot, thou hast grey feathers
Which thou peckest in all weathers.
And thy curled beak
Could make me squeak;
Thy tail I admire
As red as a fire
And as red as a carrot,
Thy tail I admire,
Thou cross old parrot.

O Monkey though thou art stuffed
Thou hast very often roughed
A night out in the wild forest.

Advertisements
2 Comments leave one →
  1. Yeff Van Hoosle permalink
    January 10, 2011 8:10 am

    Mister
    How are the Tigers? You have not posted
    in awhile. Are you working on new stuff?
    Have you heard the new Momus tunes
    from that fourthcoming ep? They are
    really charming. I played The Ambient
    Postman again a few weeks ago on The
    Worried Waltz.

    Until

    • January 10, 2011 2:40 pm

      It just so happens that I’ll be re-shaping and adding to this blog this very week. The new Momus songs are good, aren’t they? I’d have happily heard a whole album’s worth of stuff in that manner.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: