In the canon
The Snow Man
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1923
- Pages
- Pages 1
One must have a mind of winter. That is how it begins, and the whole poem is one sentence, fifteen lines unspooling through junipers shagged with ice and spruces rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, never once stopping for breath.
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
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