It is no longer necessary--and not before time--to "make a case" for
MacNeice as a poet. He had a couple of decades of fame, and more of
comparative neglect, but his contemporaries read him poorly on the
whole, even when they were most appreciative: as a "30s poet" or
"journalist," as the author of a few near-perfect lyrics, and even as a
"professional lachrymose Irishman." Fortunately, errors of this order no
longer need detailed correction. More to the point, it is the
generations of poets, in Ireland as well as Britain, who have learned so
much from MacNeice--formally, as well as in other ways--who provide the
most potent argument for his poetry's continuing life. Two Irish poets
in particular--Derek Mahon and Paul Muldoon--would be unrecognisable
without MacNeice's example and influence; and others, from later Irish
generations still, are continuing to discover and make creative use of
resources in the poems of this writer who died before they were born.