Wednesday, February 18, 2009

from Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"


It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

1 comment:

  1. It was all too easy/black & white/I thought of my mother/while I whistled/transient arrangements melting/putting the thinking to sleep/in pristine beds of snow/

    James Abbott McNeil - 02/2009

    Life is Good,