Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird .
wallace stevensI do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling or just after.
wallace stevensI know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
wallace stevensA man and a woman Are one . A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.
wallace stevensI do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.
wallace stevensO 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?
wallace stevensI know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.
wallace stevensIt was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
wallace stevensThe nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
The birds have ceased their songs, All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash, 'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow throat, In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn.
David Macbeth MoirAmong twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.
A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.
wallace stevensblackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly . All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
O blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Tell Billie for me... bye-bye, blackbird.