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.
Louis MacNeice,
1907 – 1963