Friday, January 27, 2012

Poetry Friday

The Snowman

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 Januay 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

Today's Poetry Friday is over at Hey, Jim Hill where you'll find more great poetry.


I'm Jet . . . said...

OMG. This poem rocks.

Mary Lee said...

Wishing all of our rain would come in the form of snow so we could make snowmen!