{"id":37,"date":"2008-12-28T11:24:52","date_gmt":"2008-12-28T15:24:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=37"},"modified":"2009-01-04T15:40:39","modified_gmt":"2009-01-04T19:40:39","slug":"thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-a-blackbird-wallace-stevens","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=37","title":{"rendered":"Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird &#8211; Wallace Stevens"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:blackbird.mp3] (3:26)<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">read by Allan Davis Drake.  audio from <a href=\"http:\/\/drakesdoor.org\/blog\/\" target=\"blank\">Drake&#8217;s Door<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Among twenty snowy mountains,<br \/>\nThe only moving thing<br \/>\nWas the eye of the blackbird.<\/p>\n<p><strong>II<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I was of three minds,<br \/>\nLike a tree<br \/>\nIn which there are three blackbirds.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>III<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.<br \/>\nIt was a small part of the pantomime.<\/p>\n<p><strong>IV<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A man and a woman<br \/>\nAre one.<br \/>\nA man and a woman and a blackbird<br \/>\nAre one.<\/p>\n<p><strong>V<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I do not know which to prefer,<br \/>\nThe beauty of inflections<br \/>\nOr the beauty of innuendoes,<br \/>\nThe blackbird whistling<br \/>\nOr just after.<\/p>\n<p><strong>VI<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Icicles filled the long window<br \/>\nWith barbaric glass.<br \/>\nThe shadow of the blackbird<br \/>\nCrossed it, to and fro.<br \/>\nThe mood<br \/>\nTraced in the shadow<br \/>\nAn indecipherable cause.<\/p>\n<p><strong>VII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>O thin men of Haddam,<br \/>\nWhy do you imagine golden birds?<br \/>\nDo you not see how the blackbird<br \/>\nWalks around the feet<br \/>\nOf the women about you?<\/p>\n<p><strong>VIII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I know noble accents<br \/>\nAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;<br \/>\nBut I know, too,<br \/>\nThat the blackbird is involved<br \/>\nIn what I know.<\/p>\n<p><strong>IX<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When the blackbird flew out of sight,<br \/>\nIt marked the edge<br \/>\nOf one of many circles.<\/p>\n<p><strong>X<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>At the sight of blackbirds<br \/>\nFlying in a green light,<br \/>\nEven the bawds of euphony<br \/>\nWould cry out sharply.<\/p>\n<p><strong>XI<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He rode over Connecticut<br \/>\nIn a glass coach.<br \/>\nOnce, a fear pierced him,<br \/>\nIn that he mistook<br \/>\nThe shadow of his equipage<br \/>\nFor blackbirds.<\/p>\n<p><strong>XII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The river is moving.<br \/>\nThe blackbird must be flying.<\/p>\n<p><strong>XIII<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It was evening all afternoon.<br \/>\nIt was snowing<br \/>\nAnd it was going to snow.<br \/>\nThe blackbird sat<br \/>\nIn the cedar-limbs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[audio:blackbird.mp3] (3:26) read by Allan Davis Drake. audio from Drake&#8217;s Door. 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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,35],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-audio","category-bawds-of-euphony"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=37"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37\/revisions\/55"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=37"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=37"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=37"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}