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Wallace Stevens - Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I 

     Among twenty snowy mountains, 
     The only moving thing 
     Was the eye of the black bird. 

II 

     I was of three minds, 
     Like a tree 
     In which there are three blackbirds. 

III 

     The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. 
     It was a small part of the pantomime. 

IV 

     A man and a woman 
   Are one. 
   A man and a woman and a blackbird 
   Are one. 

V 

   I do not know which to prefer, 
   The beauty of inflections 
   Or the beauty of innuendoes, 
   The blackbird whistling 
   Or just after. 

VI 

   Icicles filled the long window 
   With barbaric glass. 
   The shadow of the blackbird 
   Crossed it, to and fro. 
   The mood 
   Traced in the shadow 
   An indecipherable cause. 

VII 

   O thin men of Haddam, 
   Why do you imagine golden birds? 
   Do you not see how the blackbird 
   Walks around the feet 
   Of the women about you? 

VIII 

   I know noble accents 
   And lucid, inescapable rhythms; 
   But I know, too, 
   That the blackbird is involved 
   In what I know. 

IX 

   When the blackbird flew out of sight, 
   It marked the edge 
   Of one of many circles. 

X 

   At the sight of blackbirds 
   Flying in a green light, 
   Even the bawds of euphony 
   Would cry out sharply. 

XI 

   He rode over Connecticut 
   In a glass coach. 
   Once, a fear pierced him, 
   In that he mistook 
   The shadow of his equipage 
   For blackbirds. 

XII 

   The river is moving. 
   The blackbird must be flying. 

XIII 

   It was evening all afternoon. 
   It was snowing 
   And it was going to snow. 
   The blackbird sat 
   In the cedar-limbs.
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