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.
Maverick Mist 
Beautiful images and poem, Maverick.
I wish we have snow in the Netherlands this week but the temperature is too warm to let the snow staying longer…no snow man this week here.
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Thanks Indah. Actually we’ve had an unusually mild winter here too but fortunately I was out taking a lot of photos during a snow. 🙂
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I like this!
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Thank you Rajiv.
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Stunning shots! It accentuated the beauty of winter!!! 😉
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Thanks Khloe. Sometimes winter is truly a wonderland. 🙂
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You’re more than welcome 😉 Yes, I do agree winter is truly a wonderland even though I find winter is too cold for me. It’s always great for taking pictures and has special vibes. 🙂
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excellent poem indeed. i am adding Wallace Stevens to my list. thank you for that. such a wonderful place to have a stroll !
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Thank you. I like some of Stevens poetry he’s lesser known than some Modernists.
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I like pictures of roads and paths like this leading off to wherever your imagination follows.
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Sublime! I love Stevens! Perfect match between image and text…..
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Thank you! 🙂
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