Friday, May 09, 2008

Wallace Stevens - The Snow Man

Reproduced below is a poem by Wallace Stevens: 'The Snow Man'. Of course, anything to do with snow and ice is 'gefundenes Fressen' for Black Metal aficionados. But more specifically, the poem explores themes that are relevant to both my post on Ofermod and my posts on Paysage D'Hiver.

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.

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