First (real) Snowfall, 2011
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.
First (real) Snowfall, 2011
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.
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