| Quote #1
To regard the frost and the boughs
When's the last time you really regarded anything? We mean, we're sure you see trees out your window all the time, but we doubt you regard them. So what's Stevens's point? That seeing isn't enough. When it comes to phenomena outside ourselves, we have to work hard to regard, to behold, and to perceive.
| Quote #2
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
Of the January sun; and not to think
Confession time: Shmoop has totally called the wind miserable. And bitter. And mean. But was that really fair? According to Stevens, probably not.
| Quote #3
Which is the sound of the land
Wait a second. What happened to all those frosty boughs and glittering branches? In this case, the natural world seems to have gotten a bit bleaker than we remembered it being from the first two stanzas. But in Stevens's world, bleak probably isn't a fair term to use either. This is just the natural world, stripped of our all our imaginative perceptions. Nature is just itself here—no flourishes, no embellishments, no fluff.