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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2454)	1/24/1999 10:04:00 PM
From: Savant	Respond to of 13018

Laisser les bons temps roulez.

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (2454)	2/7/1999 3:39:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

Thirteen Ways of looking at a Blackbird Wallace Stevens 1923, 1931 I 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. 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 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 gry 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. [sundayFeb7,SouthingtonCT: Wald Jones leary about the cops (doesnt look em in the eye) stuck on the side of the road in CarmelLake-explains nothing Thanks me for my help with burnt calzone and stories of who we know] [am gone]