The Snow Man By Wallace Stevens


The Snow Man

Wallace Stevens


One must have a mind of winter

 To regard the frost and the boughs

 Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;


And have been cold a long time

 To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

 The spruces rough in the distant glitter


 Of the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

 In the sound of a few leaves,


Which is the sound of the land

 Full of the same wind

 That is blowing in the same bare place


For the listener, who listens in the snow,

 And, nothing himself, beholds

 Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


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