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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I <br>Among twenty snowy mountains, <br>The only moving thing <br>Was the eye of the blackbird. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II <br>I was of three minds, <br>Like a tree <br>In which there are three blackbirds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III <br>The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. <br>It was a small part of the pantomime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV <br>A man and a woman <br>Are one. <br>A man and a woman and a blackbird <br>Are one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V <br>I do not know which to prefer, <br>The beauty of inflections <br>Or the beauty of innuendoes, <br>The blackbird whistling <br>Or just after. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI <br>Icicles filled the long window <br>With barbaric glass. <br>The shadow of the blackbird <br>Crossed it, to and fro. <br>The mood <br>Traced in the shadow <br>An indecipherable cause. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII <br>O thin men of Haddam, <br>Why do you imagine golden birds? <br>Do you not see how the blackbird <br>Walks around the feet <br>Of the women about you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII <br>I know noble accents <br>And lucid, inescapable rhythms; <br>But I know, too, <br>That the blackbird is involved <br>In what I know. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX <br>When the blackbird flew out of sight, <br>It marked the edge <br>Of one of many circles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">X <br>At the sight of blackbirds <br>Flying in a green light, <br>Even the bawds of euphony <br>Would cry out sharply. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI <br>He rode over Connecticut <br>In a glass coach. <br>Once, a fear pierced him, <br>In that he mistook <br>The shadow of his equipage <br>For blackbirds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII <br>The river is moving. <br>The blackbird must be flying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII <br>It was evening all afternoon. <br>It was snowing <br>And it was going to snow. <br>The blackbird sat <br>In the cedar-limbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</a><div class=q>
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