The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
A collection of wonderful, heartfelt poems dealing with love and loss, friendship and enmity, and a host of other shades of the human soul. I hope you take something away from them (and I don't mean plagiarism!)
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Snow
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Louis MacNeice
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