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…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat XI: people who live in glass coaches
XI He rode over Connecticut In a glass coach. Once, a fear pierced him, In that…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat X: flight in green light
X At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat IX: servants of Utopias.
IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edge Of one of many…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat VIII: involved in what I know
VIII I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat VII: at the feet of thin men
VII O thin men of Haddam, why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see…
13 Ways of looking at a bureaucrat VI: through barbaric glass darkly
VI Icicles filled the long window With barbaric glass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it,…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat V: the beauty of the bureaucrat
V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of…
13 ways of looking at bureaucrat IV: in unity is death.
A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are…
13 ways of looking at a bureaucrat III: the craft of the cameo actor
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. Wallace…