Thanks, Mum, I love these...
SNOW (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 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.
Here's a great website that discusses the poem...
This other one, Winter, by Shakespeare is interesting, although I like 'Sign no More' after it...
- When icicles hang by the wall
- And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
- And Tom bears logs into the hall,
- And milk comes frozen home in pail,
- When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
- Then nightly sings the staring owl,
- Tu-who;
- Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
- While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
- When all aloud the wind doth blow,
- And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
- And birds sit brooding in the snow,
- And Marian's nose looks red and raw
- When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
- Then nightly sings the staring owl,
- Tu-who;
- Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,
- While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
- William Shakespeare
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