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The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window
Spawning snow and pink roses against
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 portionA tangerine and spit the pips and
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for
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.
Louis MacNeice
Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright from Northern Ireland, and a member of the Aude
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