Winter

I found this delightful short poem by an Irish poet, Louis MacNeice that celebrates all the diversity of our world that becomes even more apparent during winter, and especially now when winters, at least here in the UK, are no longer as they used to be, less snow, more sunshine, and seemingly permanent greenery, birds’ song… tangerines and roses always available in the local supermarket… Aren’t we spoiled and yet, it is not easy for us to appreciate what we’ve got.

Piotr Mierkowski
Gestalt therapist and supervisor in private practice 
London, UK
email: [email protected]

Snow
By Louise MacNeice

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.

Image credit: Dominik Saldak

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