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January 7, 2017

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.
 

 

4 comments

  • Mary Kostus
    10 years ago Reply

    Nice Marianne and Jim

  • Marianne Herrmann
    10 years ago Reply

    Why did I say Robert Louis Stevenson for the second one…dust of snow…when it is still Robert Frost?

  • Marianne Herrmann
    10 years ago Reply

    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
    10 years ago Reply

    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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4 comments

  • Mary Kostus
    10 years ago Reply

    Nice Marianne and Jim

  • Marianne Herrmann
    10 years ago Reply

    Why did I say Robert Louis Stevenson for the second one…dust of snow…when it is still Robert Frost?

  • Marianne Herrmann
    10 years ago Reply

    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
    10 years ago Reply

    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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