The snow man takes over the New Yorker

Some of you might know I’m on Instagram: @littlebrownmushroom. From January 1-5 I’m taking over the reigns of the New Yorker’s Instagram account: @newyorkermag

I’ll be posting from home in Minnesota. As inspiration I’m using one of my all-time favorite poems by Wallace Stevens:

The Snow Man
by Wallace Stevens

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.