Snow by Louise MacNeice

[dragonyphoenix]

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.

Comments

[alatefeline]

Thank you!

[dragonyphoenix]

You're welcome. I started reading Phillip Pullman's most recent, The Book of Dust, and a quote from this poem started the book. So I looked up the poem and, wow!, isn't it awesome, so I had to share.