One must have a mind of winter <br />To regard the frost and the boughs <br />Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; <br /> <br />And have been cold a long time <br />To behold the junipers shagged with ice, <br />The spruces rough in the distant glitter <br /> <br />Of the January sun; and not to think <br />Of any misery in the sound of the wind, <br />In the sound of a few leaves, <br /> <br />Which is the sound of the land <br />Full of the same wind <br />That is blowing in the same bare place <br />For the listener, who listens in the snow, <br />And, nothing himself, beholds <br />Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snow-man/
