These perspectives alter reality (in this case the landscape) to something that it is not. The poem ends with the speaker ending his projection onto the world, and simply seeing the world as is. “For the listener who listens in the snow/ And, nothing himself, beholds/ Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” In theses last stanzas the “listener” has stopped projecting himself into the world. When this is done he is able to see the world as it is, nothing. If he is able to understand that nothing exists, without the projections that humans apply to it, then and only then is he able to behold “the nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” He is then nothing himself. Stevens reiterates this overall theme of perspectivism in writing "The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us." The world being our imagination is something that cannot be suppressed, as our conscience will always be with humans. This being the case, the world becomes more then just landscape when viewed with the perspectivism that Stevens writes of. It takes on whatever the listener views it as. A tree can never be just a tree, or the wind just the wind. We create our own world in our own imagination. So in that sense there are billions of different world perspectives. If the mind of winter were the one true reality, then there would be the only one world
These perspectives alter reality (in this case the landscape) to something that it is not. The poem ends with the speaker ending his projection onto the world, and simply seeing the world as is. “For the listener who listens in the snow/ And, nothing himself, beholds/ Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” In theses last stanzas the “listener” has stopped projecting himself into the world. When this is done he is able to see the world as it is, nothing. If he is able to understand that nothing exists, without the projections that humans apply to it, then and only then is he able to behold “the nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” He is then nothing himself. Stevens reiterates this overall theme of perspectivism in writing "The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us." The world being our imagination is something that cannot be suppressed, as our conscience will always be with humans. This being the case, the world becomes more then just landscape when viewed with the perspectivism that Stevens writes of. It takes on whatever the listener views it as. A tree can never be just a tree, or the wind just the wind. We create our own world in our own imagination. So in that sense there are billions of different world perspectives. If the mind of winter were the one true reality, then there would be the only one world