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The Suicide

And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact Conducting, was his office all those minutes ago,

This man you never heard of.

These are the bills In the intray, the ash in the ashtray, the grey memoranda stacked Against him, the serried ranks of the box-files, the packed Jury of his unanswered correspondence Nodding under the paperweight in the breeze From the window by which he left; and here is the cracked Receiver that never got mended and here is the jotter With his last doodle which might be his own digestive tract Ulcer and all or might be the flowery maze Through which he had wandered deliciously till he stumbled Suddenly finally conscious of all he lacked On a manhole under the hollyhocks.

The pencil Point had obviously broken, yet, when he left this room By catdrop sleight-of-foot or simple vanishing act,

To those who knew him for all that mess in the street This man with the shy smile has left behind Something that was intact.

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Louis MacNeice

Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright from Northern Ireland, and a member of the Aude…

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