“…and feel/The drunkenness of things being various.”
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.
Poetry Ptuesday – Snow by Louis MacNeice
I found the flowers poem I read 20 years ago.
http://pgrnair.blogspot.com/2012/07/if-you-imagine.html
I used to think a lot about how to make the most of life when I was younger. Then life got busy with work and kids. Now I hear my own son who is 6 asking about what happens when you die and he worries eternity seems like a long time. Questions I used to ask and worry about at his age.