It was wonderful that many readers enjoyed Louis MacNeice “Sunlight on the Garden” and it made me bold enough to share his even greater poem “Snow”. I hope you like it .
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Suddlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddenly 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 word
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.