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


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5 Responses to Nieve

  1. KathyB! says:

    I see those south of us even got the big snow!! How fun!!

    And the poem was beautiful. We were driving to school this morning and the kids were mesmerized by the sparkle of the ice on the frozen tree boughs, and the fluffy white capped evergreens. The sun was shining at the perfect angle to put on quite the wintery show. The poem captures it perfectly.

  2. Ink says:

    I love me some Wallace–great poem. Thanks for sharing!

  3. erin says:

    the picture goes beautifully with the sentiment of the poem, especially the last stanza. how on earth do you have time to know good poems?

  4. Catherine says:

    Ah, winter…you make it sound so lovely! 🙂

  5. faemom says:

    That was a great poem and even better picture! But I’m glad it’s you and not me 🙂

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