Roger Hadden Poet I do not know?

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 roughed 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.

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