This week’s poem comes in at number 63 on the top 100 Irish poems list. It was written by Louis MacNeice (1907-1963).
Brilliant use of imagery and he really transports you to what Dublin must have been like at the time of writing. 
Dublin
by Louis MacNeice
But yet she holds my mind / With her seedy elegance
Dublin is a portrait of the city as MacNeice saw it in 1939: its statues and Georgian houses, the river, the pubs, the soft rain and the Wicklow hills in the distance. It is full of affection, but it never slips into simple praise.
MacNeice was a Belfast man, and he writes as an outsider who knows the city will never claim him yet cannot resist it. Behind the charm he sees the old divisions of Irish history and the violence of the recent past, and he admires the way Dublin has taken in every invader and made them part of itself.
The poem opens a sequence MacNeice wrote in Ireland in August and September 1939, as the Second World War began. It was first published in The Last Ditch (Cuala Press, 1940), and the sequence was later called The Closing Album.
You will find the full poem in The Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice (Faber).