The Man of Snow
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Man, human, humanity
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This strikes me as a poem about pure being, someone (if such a personal pronoun is even relevant) who has no physical needs, because he has transcended physicality itself and exists without sensory apparatus. He is the fact of existence but has no existential identity or fate. He is thus representative of humanity perhaps the way a statue can be. He both is and is not in the same breath.
A great poem and likes.