The Snow Man

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;

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.

One thought on “The Snow Man

  1. What a Beautiful picture and the poem is absolutely perfect.

    Im jealous… all we had on the eastern seaboard was rain, rain and more rain…. and oh yeah…. tornado watches…

    Not pretty..like that picturesque snow

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