December’s Poem: The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens

The Snow Man

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.

 

Wallace Stevens was an American Modernist poet, 1879-1955. He was not a poet by trade (so few are) – he was a Lawyer and worked in insurance for much of his life. He gives me hope for those of us who are still writing, while working well outside the literary circles. He’s worth reading up on (more about him here) – he ran with a pretty great crowd! 
I think this might be my favorite poem of the month yet. I have so enjoyed reading and posting about poetry – it’s hard to find time to read poetry, sometimes, and hard to remember how worthwhile it all is, but I have loved this. Loved loved loved it. I think I’m going to keep it going in 2014! 
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