A very good commentary on Wallace Steven's "The Snow Man" on last night's All Things Considered by Jay Keyser, focusing on the how the structure of the poem mirrors its subject. I went through a Stevens phase a couple of decades ago. Perhaps it's time to take an evening and revisit.

Here's the poem:

 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.