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.


—LOUIS MACNEICE




hugest whole creation may be less


incalculable than a single kiss


—E. E. CUMMINGS

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