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April 04, 2006
Bird life
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
-Poe
Posted by: Flutist | Apr 4, 2006 4:10:09 PM
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
By Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of a 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.
Posted by: Shawn Lea | Apr 4, 2006 2:07:51 PM
REALITY II
hey, was that a robin,
or a mockingbird's revamp of a robin?
hey, is this a finely tuned universe,
or a door-to-door salesman's version
of a finely tuned universe?
Tom Gannon
Posted by: Tom | Apr 4, 2006 1:34:08 PM
From the Robert Frost poem:
Never would bird song remain the same.
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Did AE like birds? Did KR like the theory of special relativity?
Posted by: Mb | Apr 4, 2006 12:25:25 PM
From a poem by Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda:
Be like birds in flight:
lift; ignite.
Posted by: Mb | Apr 4, 2006 11:56:33 AM
free to poop .....................anywhere!
Posted by: ks | Apr 4, 2006 10:18:10 AM
