Harmonium (Stevens)/Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

by Wallace Stevens

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

IAmong twenty snowy mountains,The only moving thingWas the eye of the black bird.

III was of three minds,Like a treeIn 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 blackbirdAre one.

VI do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes,The blackbird whistlingOr just after.

VIIcicles filled the long windowWith barbaric glass.The shadow of the blackbirdCrossed it, to and fro.The moodTraced in the shadowAn indecipherable cause.

VIIO thin men of Haddam,Why do you imagine golden birds?Do you not see how the blackbirdWalks around the feetOf the women about you?

VIIII know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.

IXWhen the blackbird flew out of sight,It marked the edgeOf one of many circles.

XAt the sight of blackbirdsFlying in a green light,Even the bawds of euphonyWould cry out sharply.

XIHe rode over ConnecticutIn a glass coach.Once, a fear pierced him,In that he mistookThe shadow of his equipageFor blackbirds.

XIIThe river is moving.The blackbird must be flying.

XIIIIt was evening all afternoon.It was snowingAnd it was going to snow.The blackbird satIn the cedar-limbs.