[00:00.00]Snow by Louis Macneice[00:05.30]The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was spawning snow and pink roses against it soundlessly collateral and incompatible:[00:15.80]World is suddener than we fancy it.[00:20.38]World is crazier and more of it than we think, incorrigibly plural.[00:25.51]I peel and portion a tangerine and spit the pips and feel the drunkenness of things being various.[00:34.48]And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world is more spiteful and gay than one supposes–[00:41.85]On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of your hands–[00:46.33]There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.