The Snow Man

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 cound of a few leaves,

Which is the cound 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.

-Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)


-This is a lovely poem which I am now analyzing for english class. Since I have posted about my love of evening and rain I though that my love of winter would make a great post. I feel that winter is by far the greatest season. It is full of peace and the air is nice and cool. I can't wait until the heat of summer is finally behind us!

-Smi