Wallace Stevens
The Snow Man (1921)


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.