Wk. 37, Book 34: The Box Book Sculpture Cont.

 

The title of this week's post should be "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Box Book Sculpture." That's about all I've done since the last post: looked at it from many different angles and created one little lonely accordion signature that may/may not be included in the sculpture. oh well. perhaps i need to step back from this piece and consider its many possibilities.

 

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

BY WALLACE STEVENS

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.   

 

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.   

 

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.

 

Wallace Stevens, “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright 1954 by Wallace Stevens. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.

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