Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I found Louis MacNeice
...in the The Poetry Archive. I heard his voice, his "Prayer Before Birth," more than 40 years after his death. What an incredible experience after years of feeling his words vibrate in my mouth. I recite "The Sunlight on the Garden" quite often. H can recite it as well. I'm sure my cat knows it by heart. I have no idea what triggers the recitation, but now and then out it comes. It's never in the presence of anyone else, so it's not some weird attempt to impress or freak out the guests. Perhaps those moments just call for attention, an infusion of beauty. Of meaning. Of course there's a part of me that likes to think the ghost of MacNeice is always floating around, stringing his lines through unsuspecting mouths.