Louis MacNeice, "Snow"
by Anne Stameshkin
A number of poets have promised to send us recommendations very soon; in the meantime, I’ll share one of my own favorite poems: Snow [by Louis MacNeice] 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 […]