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. 

Bibliographical info

Source: Poetry magazine (1921)

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