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2.5 KiB
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99 lines
2.5 KiB
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<div class="verse"><strong>I</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>II</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>III</strong>
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The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
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It was a small part of the pantomime.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>IV</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>V</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>VI</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>VII</strong>
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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?</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>VIII</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>IX</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>X</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>XI</strong>
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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.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>XII</strong>
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The river is moving.
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The blackbird must be flying.</div>
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<div class="verse"><strong>XIII</strong>
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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.</div>
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<em>— Wallace Stevens</em>
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### See also
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* [Winter](https://ericwhitacre.com/music-catalog/winter) by Edward Esch
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* *House of Leaves* by Mark Z Danielewski (of course)
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* *S* by J J Abrams and Doug Dorst
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* [*Post-op Androgyne*](http://www.bisthebox.com/comics/post-op-androgyne/) by Bis Thornton
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* *Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish: a Novel* by David Rakoff
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* *Pattern Recognition* by William Gibson
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* *The Pharmako/ Trilogy* by Dale Pendell
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* *The Ocean at the End of the Lane* by Neil Gaiman
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* *The Tao Te Ching* by Lao Tzu, translated by Stephen Mitchell
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* *The Bucketrider* by Franz Kafka
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* *Ecclesiastes*
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