13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat XIII: the long waits of winter
XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The…
XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The…
XI He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that…
X At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony…
IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many…
VIII I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird…
VII O thin men of Haddam, why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see…
VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it,…
V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of…
A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are…
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. Wallace…