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Mind of winter

Mind of winter poetry by Wallace Stevens photo by Gfriedberg Source :



    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