Louis MacNeice: “Wolves”


I do not want to be reflective any more
Envying and despising unreflective things
Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped 
   handwriting
And young girls doing their hair and all the castles 
   of sand
Flushed by the children’s bedtime, level with 
   the shore.

The tide comes in and goes out again, I do not 
   want
To be always stressing either its flux or its 
   permanence,
I do not want to be a tragic or philosophic chorus
But to keep my eye only on the nearer future
And after that let the sea flow over us.

Come then all of you, come closer, form a circle,
Join hands and make believe that joined
Hands will keep away the wolves of water
Who howl along our coast. And be it assumed
That no one hears them among the talk and 
   laughter.

One comment on “Louis MacNeice: “Wolves”

  1. Kevlyn says:

    That’s a mold-breaker. Great tihnking!

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