This morning when I woke.

Life, poetry

 Snow      by Louis McNeice

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.

Does this speak to you about the paradox of being alive?  How normal and yet extraordinary just being alive feels?   It moves me in a way I don’t understand, and don’t need to.  It moves me. Enough said.


One thought on “This morning when I woke.

  1. This piece speaks at many levels for me. The items described – snow, roses, the tangerine, fire are all so real and yet so transient. Currently in one state and being transformed to another.


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