Yesterday's history, tomorrow's a mystery, today is God's gift. - Eleanor Roosevelt
2005, March 31
Snow, by Louis MacNeice
Snow, a poem by Louis MacNeice, 1907-1963
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 drunkeness 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.
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