“the stooping haunted readers”: Louis MacNeice’s “The British Museum Reading Room”

I just got a copy of Van Morrison’s Lit Up Inside (City Lights), and I’m looking forward to diving in soon (I hope to talk about it in next week’s poetry post).

In the meantime, here’s a poem by another Irishman, Louis MacNeice, which has nothing to do with brown-eyed girls. “The British Museum Reading Room” is, I think, my favorite poem of his, and I hope you’ll tell me what you think in the comments!

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2 thoughts on ““the stooping haunted readers”: Louis MacNeice’s “The British Museum Reading Room”

  1. I do like “The British Museum Reading Room”–thanks for the post! My favorite MacNeice poem (call me a hopeless romantic) is the one that begins “September has come, it is hers”. Love that.

  2. The British Museum Reading Room is wonderful and I especially love the one before it, Three Thousand Miles. That one just feels full of scraping. I like a good thoughtful melancholy on snowy nights. I’m going to look into more of MacNeice’s poetry now.

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