THE SNOW MAN
    This poem by Wallace Stevens brings the winter scene inside. Like all of his poems that I have read, this one rewards rereading.–April Moore
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;Â 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.–Wallace Stevens
January 23rd, 2009 at 4:25 pm
I, too, love this poem! I came across it back in college and copied it then and have returned to it time and again. As a child growing up in snowy upstate New York, I responded to it immediately — it captured winter so amazingly.