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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Great poem to ponder. There are strong visuals to explore, and the poet gives "sound"/life to each. One senses energy with this poem; the desire to see things in a newness and awareness. "There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses." How true!
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suddener???
Is there such a word?
How quickly the world can appear to be a different place when covered with a blanket of snow. This brought back memories for me of my life as a child in England. the everyday objects that we looked at but never saw took on a whole new life when covered with snow, transforming that same object into something quite beautiful. -
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It is also strange how he personifies the world by just saying World and yet depersonalises at the same time by refering to the world as it in the same sentence.
I think that Macneice had a fuly paid-up poetic licence, something that my teachers never allowed me to have when I was at school
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can anyone can explane this poem to me please!?
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