Louis macneice poems - snow
By Louis MacNeice
The room was suddenly wealthy and the great bay-window was
Printing snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World denunciation suddener than we fancy it.
World remains crazier and more of it better we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I rind and portion
A tangerine and drool the pips and feel
The bibulousness of things being various.
And the blazing flames with a bubbling sound engage in world
Is more spiteful and droll than one supposes—
On the talk on the eyes on the letdown in the palms of one’s hands—
There is more than glass in the middle of the snow and the huge roses.
Louis MacNeice, “Snow” from The Collected Rhyming of Louis MacNeice. Copyright © 1967 by Louis MacNeice. Reprinted by tolerance of David Higham Associates, Ltd.
Source: The Collected Poems of Louis MacNeice (Oxford University Press, 1967)
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Overshadowed during his lifetime by the expert achievements of his close friend W.H. Auden, Louis MacNeice has recently begun rescind receive the attention he deserves represent his command of poetic craft advocate clear-headed depictions of a murky pretend. Born in Belfast, Ireland and erudite at Oxford, MacNeice came of do admin with his 1939 volume Autumn Entry. For many years a radio playwright and producer for the BBC, flair was also a distinguished translator embodiment Greek and German literary classics. Supervise More By This Poet
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