Among twenty snowy mountains The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II
I was of three minds Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn wind 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 inflexions Or the beauty of innuendos, The blackbird whistling Or just after. VI
Icicles filled the 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 rythms; 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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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
I
Among twenty snowy mountains
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn wind
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 inflexions
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the 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 rythms;
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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