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[jackieohno]

Snow

You come back,
after my three-month night,
as I knew you would, like light, light.
And though it is summer's height,
sexy with thunder, rainy heat,
you talk of snow.

It is gathering now,
packing the freight of itself
into cold, faraway clouds,
miles out at sea,
crying upwards into the black sky;

each flake unique, that will fall on us, as we kiss,
or I tell you the poem by Louis MacNeice.
The room was suddenly rich...

-Carol Ann Duffy-

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.

-Louis MacNeice-