IAmong twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. |
III was of three minds,Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. |
IIIThe blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.It was a small part of the pantomime. |
IVA man and a womanAre one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. |
VI do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. |
VIIcicles filled the long windowWith barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. The mood Traced in the shadow An indecipherable cause. |
VIIO 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? |
VIIII know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know. |
IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,It marked the edge Of one of many circles. |
XAt the sight of blackbirdsFlying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply. |
XIHe rode over ConnecticutIn a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For blackbirds. |
XIIThe river is moving.The blackbird must be flying. |
XIIIIt was evening all afternoon.It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs. |