Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses,
And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds.
Since I am, in fact, empty-handed,
I might have chosen gems out of India,
But I choose white currants.
Is it because the raucous wind is hurtling round the house-corners?
I see it with curled lips and stripped fangs, gaunt and haunting energy,
Come to snout, and nibble, and kill the little crocus roots.
Shall we call it white currants?
This is the first real tonal shift in the poem.  Leading up to this question, the overall feeling of the writing suggests this very sensual desire for the white currants.  The “raucous wind” seems to be a powerful and destructive force that the speaker cannot control. 
 Wind often symbolizes chaos or change and when paired with the words “raucous” and “hurtling”, this wind seems very chaotic. 
 Because the wind is “hurtling round the house-corners”, it seems as though it is coming from multiple directions, which adds to the chaotic feeling.  Wind that is only blowing in one direction will not be able to reach around the corners of a house.
White Currants