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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens

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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  Translations for this Poem
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  Poems by Wallace Stevens
  1. Anecdote Of The Jar
  2. A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
  3. A Postcard From The Volcano
  4. A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts
  5. Bantams In Pine-Woods
  6. Continual Conversation With A Sile
  7. Disillusionment Of Ten Oclock
  8. Domination Of Black
  9. Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Pa
  10. Gray Room
  11. Looking Across The Fields And Watc
  12. Metaphors Of A Magnifico
  13. Nomad Exquisite
  14. Not Ideas About The Thing But The
  15. Of Modern Poetry
  16. Peter Quince At The Clavier
  17. Poem Written At Morning
  18. Six Significant Landscapes
  19. Sunday Morning
  20. Tattoo
  21. The Emperor Of Ice-Cream
  22. The House Was Quiet And The World
  23. The Idea Of Order At Key West
  24. The Planet On The Table
  25. The Plot Against The Giant
  26. The Poem That Took The Place Of A
  27. The River Of Rivers In Connecticut
  28. The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand M
  29. The Snow Man
  30. The Well Dressed Man With A Beard
  31. Thirteen Ways Of Looking At A Blac
  32. To The One Of Fictive Music
  33. Valley Candle
 
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