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[vriad_lee]

The Brandy Glass by Louis Macneice



Only let it form within his hands
once more -

The moment cradled like a brandy glass.

Sitting alone in the empty dining hall...

From the chandeliers the snow begins to fall

Piling around carafes and table legs

And chokes the passage of the revolving door.

The last diner, like a ventriloquist's doll

Left by his master, gazes before him, begs:

'Only let it form within my hands once more.'

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[zzzing.livejournal.com]

Louis Macneice is one of my favorite poets.

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.

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

yes, he's a good poet. i found him only yesterday