What did Louis MacNeice mean by: The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland Copy
+ World is suddener than we fancy it. Author, June 4, 2023January 2, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Perception, Reality, Uncertainty, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
+ A pharaoh’s profile, a Krishna’s grace, tail like a question mark. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Curiosity, Royalty, Spirituality, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
+ I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Humanity, Isolation, Strength, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
+ Better authentic mammon than a bogus god. Author, September 23, 2023January 2, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Authenticity, Materialism, Religion, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
+ Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Death, Identity, Vulnerability, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
+ World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. Author, January 13, 2024January 9, 2025, Louis MacNeice, Awareness, Craziness, Plurality, 0 Louis MacNeice Poet · Ireland
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It takes 25 years to learn to draw, one hour to learn to paint. Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
One is either judge or accused. The judge sits, the accused stands. Live on your feet. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
