Day 10 The Snowman by Wallace Stevens.

Day 10.  The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens.

One must have the mind of winter

To regard the frost and the boughs

Of the pine-trees crusted with snow,

And have been cole for some time

To behold the junipers shagged with ice,

The spruces enough in the distant glitter

On the January sun; and not to think

Of any misery in the sound of the wind,

In the sound of new 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.