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The 13th Way of Looking at a Blackbird
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
— Wallace Stevens
Just seemed like a good time to post this.
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Nice Marianne and Jim
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Why did I say Robert Louis Stevenson for the second one…dust of snow…when it is still Robert Frost?
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And speaking of crows…this one:
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Louis Stevenson -
I like this one also…
Of a Winter Evening by Robert Frost
The winter owl banked just in time to pass
And save herself from breaking window glass.
And her wide wings strained suddenly at spread
Caught color from the last of evening red
In a display of underdown and quill
To glassed-in children at the window sill.
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Mary Kostus
Nice Marianne and Jim
Marianne Herrmann
Why did I say Robert Louis Stevenson for the second one…dust of snow…when it is still Robert Frost?
Marianne Herrmann
And speaking of crows…this one:
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Marianne Herrmann
I like this one also…
Of a Winter Evening by Robert Frost
The winter owl banked just in time to pass
And save herself from breaking window glass.
And her wide wings strained suddenly at spread
Caught color from the last of evening red
In a display of underdown and quill
To glassed-in children at the window sill.