Blackbird in Winter
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
(photograph - masahisa fukase)
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
from 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird' by Wallace Stevens
The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Alfred A. Knopf, New York. 1954.
The Solitude of Ravens by Masahisa Fukase. Chronicle Books, New York. 1992.
3 comments:
Winter is not on the wane where I am. Did you know that a group of crows was called 'a murder of crows'? I just learned that.
Maybe that is why they are called black birds? And winter will begin to wane in your neighborhood soon.
Oh you don't know Michigan. Spring didn't start last year until almost May.
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