"The 'one' with whom the reader has identified himself
has now become 'the listener, who listens in the snow';
he has become the snow man, and he knows winter
with a mind of winter, knows it in its strictest reality,
stripped of all imagination and human feeling.
But at that point when he sees the winter scene
reduced to absolute fact, as the object not of the mind,
but of the perfect perceptual eye that sees
'nothing that is not there,' then the scene,
devoid of its imaginative correspondences,
has become 'the nothing that is.'"
—Robert Pack, Wallace Stevens:
An Approach to His Poetry and Thought.
New Brunswick: Rutgers UP, 1958.
