Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Blizzard Poetry Blogging

The Snow Man
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

Picture found here.


Emme Toaye said...

Beautiful poetry, I love to read about the snow or look at the pictures, but if it even looks like snow I want to curl up and hibernate.

Jude said...

Perfect poem to celebrate our Mother/Grandmother who's name you have adopted. I am a child of the snow and worship Hecate as my Goddess & Protector. I look forward to more of your poetry. That was very beautiful.
Blessed Be!