Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
by Wallace Stevens ~ 1917
STANZA IV
I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
STANZA VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
STANZA XIII
I was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar limbs.
Photos by Barry the Birder
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BtheB
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