Friday, April 26, 2013

Snow

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 

3 comments:

nmj said...

Thank you, for this, first time I read it. I am blown away.

LottieP said...

Amazing, isn't it. Although he's Irish I think he has a very Scottish rhythm.

You might like this one too.

neil creighton said...

I love this poem. It's so full of the miraculous wonder of the world.