1. 29

    The Sinister Snowman

    The brief sunshine through the freezing cold today reminded me of one of my favourite poems 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.


One Response to “The Sinister Snowman”

  1. Me says:

    To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

    I’ve always loved that line

    I like Mr Snow…

Leave a Comment