I recently discovered Louis Macneice in a poetry anthology.
This poem, 'Snow' by 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.
The simple reader in me is awed. Rhythms and flow of language, of words, such complexity with this simplicity, is perhaps what eloquence is.
Poets with their metaphors and their language open up the world anew to you or perhaps they open a new window to the world, the way world has not been seen or apprehended in the reader's recent memory. Some of the best vantage points to life is perhaps found in poetry. A poem like Snow just shows how.
Here is a long poem (Autumn Journal) by Macneice that I found online. Planning to read the Autumn Journal (I have read first two segments so far). The way some poets can use words is amazing! There are so many poets and poems that one can keep quoting from, or perhaps learning from, this art of words.