Snow

My favourite poem ever, and nicely topical for this whitewashed surprise of a day. By the way, any ideas about why the snow outside my window has completely covered the grass, trees, cars etc. but the road has remained, not only snow-free, but wet and warm-looking, with unfrozen puddles scattered about? Most peculiar. The roads haven't even been gritted.

Louis MacNiece - 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.