‘A Mind of Winter’ - poem

 

One must have a mind of winter...

... 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.

excerpt from “The Snowman”, Wallace Stevens, (1879-1955)

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