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Louis MacNeice: "Snow" 

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.

January, 1935 "Snow" by Louis MacNeice, from Collected Poems. © Louis MacNeice, 2002.

Photography credit: "First Snow of the Season," by Ann Torrence © 2008 (originally color).

Posted by Phyllis Cole-Dai on 3/23/2014 Labels: Louis MacNeice



