Tuesday Poem - Snow by Louis MacNeice

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.

This has been one of my favourite poems for 50 years. 

And I don't quite know why it is. Now I can see that

it is in a conversation with other poetry. 

For instance Graves' Warning To Children. 

And as I was googling I came upon a kind of riposte poem, 

an anti numinous poem by Geoffrey Hill. 

But when I first found it in an anthology it came into my 

consciousness in a very free and clear way. And I hold onto that.