Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Snow ManWallace Stevens
From “Sur Ma Guzzla Gracile”
O
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.