<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Carrickfergus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries<br>To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams:<br>Thence to Smoky Carrick in County Antrim<br>Where the bottle-neck harbour collects the mud which jams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little boats beneath the Norman castle,<br>The pier shining with lumps of crystal salt;<br>The Scotch Quarter was a line of residential houses<br>But the Irish Quarter was a slum for the blind and halt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brook ran yellow from the factory stinking of chlorine,<br>The yarn-milled called its funeral cry at noon;<br>Our lights looked over the Lough to the lights of Bangor<br>Under the peacock aura of a drowning moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Norman walled this town against the country<br>To stop his ears to the yelping of his slave<br>And built a church in the form of a cross but denoting<br>The List of Christ on the cross, in the angle of the nave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was the rector's son, born to the Anglican order,<br>Banned for ever from the candles of the Irish poor;<br>The Chichesters knelt in marble at the end of a transept<br>With ruffs about their necks, their portion sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The war came and a huge camp of soldiers<br>Grew from the ground in sight of our house with long<br>Dummies hanging from gibbets for bayonet practice<br>And the sentry's challenge echoing all day long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to school in Dorset, the world of parents<br>Contracted into a puppet world of sons<br>Far from the mill girls, the smell of porter, the salt mines<br>And the soldiers with their guns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Macneice">Louis Macneice</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449142" data-title="Carrickfergus de Louis Macneice" data-description="I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries To the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of trams: Thence to Smoky Carrick in County Antrim Where the bottle-neck harbour collects the mud which jams The little boats beneath the Norm..."></div> </div> </div>

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