Here you will find the Poem Autobiography of poet Louis Macneice
My father made the walls resound, He wore his collar the wrong way round. When I was five the black dreamscame; Nothing after was quite the same. When I woke they did not care; Nobody, nobody was there. In my childhood trees were green And there was plenty to be seen. When my silent terror cried, Nobody, nobody replied. I got up; the chilly sun Saw me walk away alone. My mother wore a yellow dress; Gentle, gently, gentleness. The dark was talking to the dead; The lamp was dark beside my bed. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come. Come back early or never come.