To-day it snows again
covering the ground.
To get the value of the storm
we must be out a long time
and travel far in it
so that it may fairly penetrate our skin
and we be as it were
turned inside out to it
and there be no part in us
but is wet or weather beaten –
so that we become storm men
instead of fair weather men.
The snow finally turns
to a drenching rain.
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.
The Snow Man ~ Wallace Stevens
February 28. See A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, February 28 and A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, February Days
Snows again to-day
covering the ground then turns
to a drenching rain.
To get the value
of the storm we must be out
long and travel far.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Going out in stormy weather
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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