The Sunlight on the Garden

by Louis MacNeice (1907-63)

The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

.
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

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One response to “The Sunlight on the Garden

  1. Rosalind Russell

    Love this McNeice poem, Bruce. Will write in more detail anon.

    Best to you and Delaine.

    Roz

    On 10 May 2017 at 20:41, roundhousepoetrycircle wrote:

    > herbwise posted: “by Louis MacNeice (1907-63) The sunlight on the garden > Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, > When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. . Our freedom as free lances > Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it ” >

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