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I
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.

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.

2007-04-29 03:21:51 · 8 answers · asked by nazmul h 1 in Education & Reference Trivia

8 answers

Confusion.

2007-04-29 03:30:17 · answer #1 · answered by CountryLady 4 · 1 0

Majestic Beauty is my thoughts. It reminds me of a print I have with the same meaning. http://picture-poems.com/week7/firstsnow.html

2007-04-29 05:39:57 · answer #2 · answered by Elijah 2 · 1 0

I get the feeling it was badly translated from another language.

2007-04-29 03:39:39 · answer #3 · answered by open4one 7 · 0 0

Death, ever present, circling, and eventually it alights. Always waiting and always coming, shadowing our days 'til they become night.
Lulu

2007-04-29 19:57:42 · answer #4 · answered by La Lulu 4 · 0 0

Impatience.
I don't like to read long poems

2007-04-29 04:50:07 · answer #5 · answered by guRl 6 · 0 0

It made me ask myself, "What in the heck is he talking about?" But I like it, though.

2007-04-29 03:32:40 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

This poem is FOR THE BIRDS!

2007-04-30 15:54:35 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

its nice,kinda confusing but nice

2007-04-29 04:34:45 · answer #8 · answered by dndn2000 1 · 0 0

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