Beekman Mansion on a Snowy Afternoon
Beekman Mansion on a Snowy Afternoon

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.

–a favorite poem by Wallace Stevens, and one of the inspirations for our Month of January soap

by Dr. Brent

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