Just found out that I don't have to trek over to Teaneck to teach; thanks to this fabulous winter weather, the campus of Fairleigh-Dickinson University is closed.
This might be my first true Snow Day since, oh, 1978.
In honor, I reproduce Louis MacNeice's most anthologized poem, "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.
2 comments:
sweet! where the hell's teaneck anyway? i do love this snow poem--the world is indeed suddener... thank!
i posted this poem before...deja vu...:) Congrats on the day off! Let's go slide down a hill on a lunch tray!
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