The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens — Read

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.