THOUGHTS OF JANUARY—WALLACE STEVENS. I posted here on the Wallace Stevens poem Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself, a poem about the beginning of March. Here is his poem about the dead of winter, inspired, I believe by Connecticut winters. This wikipedia article says that the poem is “[s]ometimes classified as one of Stevens’ “poems of epistemology'”.
The Snow Man
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.