Monday, January 9, 2012

The Snow Man

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 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

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1 comment:

Wendie Scott Davis said...

Hi Joni,

Love the snowman poem and the "free meal" for the donkey. Very cute! Thanks for the comment re the cowl - you will have no trouble I'm sure. I usually don't, so was happy to be able to sort it out.