Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Snow Man By Wallace Stevens

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
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And have been cold a long time
to behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distance glitter.
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of the January sun, and not to think
of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves.
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Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
that is blowing in the same bare place.
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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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