Thursday, March 5, 2015

Poetry Friday: The Snow Man

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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.


  1. This is really lovely. Believe it or not, today I am not tired of snow. We got a good 8" yesterday of sticky, wet snow, and the pines are so lovely today! Snow in March doesn't last long, and isn't a bad thing. :)

  2. I love this poem, and Wallace Stevens' work. Thanks for the reminder that winter is a very nice season, too.

  3. We have been cold such a long time this winter! Yesterday's 40 degrees felt like a HEAT wave!


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