The Snow Man

One must have a mind of

To regard the frost and the

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces rough in the distant

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

Full of the same

That is blowing in the same bare

For the listener, who listens in the snow,

And, nothing himself,

Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.