July 15th, 2011
It is the middle of July, but as part of our Stenhouse Staff Poetry Friday selections, we have a snowy poem to share today. “Snow” by Louis MacNeice was picked by the newest — and I believe youngest — member of our staff, Jill Cooley. Jill said that she likes this poem because of the way it sounds. I really can’t argue with that — just go ahead and read it out loud.
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 your hands–
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
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