Snow – Louis MacNeice
Written by duckrabbitSurely one of the greatest poems of the 20th Century, written by a man who operated out of the same dark corners of radio production at the BBC in Birmingham that I would inhabit several decades later.
Louis MacNeice – 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.
Author — duckrabbit
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