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 in snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ices,
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 nothing that is.


  1. Ah, Stevens. To appreciate what’s not there in the stark minimalism of a winter snowscape. The presence of absence.

  2. I’m looking for a copy of “How to Ski” by Hannes Schneider. I read it in the 40’s.

  3. Bob,
    you might be able to find a copy of this at:
    where Hannes started the 1st ski school in north america.
    where he perfected his:
    could also check with:
    which was Harvey’s house, which is just across the street from
    Herbert’s place (aka Zip), Hannes’ son, which might still the residence of Hannes, son of Herbert (Hannes’ grandson)

    good luck
    aloha from SLC
    danno (fmr N.Conway)

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