I did not like this poem one bit. It was straightforward and not much to it. Its as if someone approached the painting and comments “oh look there are hunters and ice skaters on the hill. Brueghel did a lovely job framing the winter scene with a bush.” Williams’ style in this poem is very minimalistic. I understand he is trying to be fresh and imagistic, but it ends up coming off as too cut and dry for me. One verse that does grab my attention was “their pack the inn-sign hanging from a broken hinge is a stag a crucifix.” After reading this poem, I appreciate John Berryman’s Winter Landscape much more. The Hunter in the Snow, the poem, didn’t come alive like Winter Landscape did.