89 lines
1.5 KiB
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89 lines
1.5 KiB
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<div class="verse">I
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Among twenty snowy mountains,
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The only moving thing
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Was the eye of the blackbird.
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II
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I was of three minds,
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Like a tree
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In which there are three blackbirds.
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III
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The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
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It was a small part of the pantomime.
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IV
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A man and a woman
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Are one.
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A man and a woman and a blackbird
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Are one.
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V
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I do not know which to prefer,
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The beauty of inflections
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Or the beauty of innuendoes,
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The blackbird whistling
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Or just after.
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VI
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Icicles filled the long window
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With barbaric glass.
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The shadow of the blackbird
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Crossed it, to and fro.
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The mood
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Traced in the shadow
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An indecipherable cause.
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VII
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O thin men of Haddam,
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Why do you imagine golden birds?
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Do you not see how the blackbird
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Walks around the feet
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Of the women about you?
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VIII
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I know noble accents
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And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
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But I know, too,
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That the blackbird is involved
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In what I know.
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IX
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When the blackbird flew out of sight,
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It marked the edge
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Of one of many circles.
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X
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At the sight of blackbirds
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Flying in a green light,
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Even the bawds of euphony
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Would cry out sharply.
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XI
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He rode over Connecticut
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In a glass coach.
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Once, a fear pierced him,
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In that he mistook
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The shadow of his equipage
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For blackbirds.
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XII
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The river is moving.
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The blackbird must be flying.
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XIII
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It was evening all afternoon.
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It was snowing
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And it was going to snow.
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The blackbird sat
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In the cedar-limbs.
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<em>— Wallace Stevens</em></div>
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### See also
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* [Winter](https://ericwhitacre.com/music-catalog/winter) by Edward Esch
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