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, That is blowing in the sound of the wind,
But as a sound among the sounds of the wind, And the pine-trees crusted with snow.

• Wallace Stevens