akbar+khwaja

the snow man, BY WALLACE STEVENS  One must have a mind of winter  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 <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Full of the same wind <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That is blowing in the same bare place <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For the listener, who listens in the snow, <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And, nothing himself, beholds <span style="color: black; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.