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Among twenty snowy mountains

The only moving thing

Was the eye of the blackbird

I was of three minds

Like a tree

In which there are three blackbirds

The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds

It was a small part of the pantomime

A man and a woman

Are one

A man and a woman and a blackbird

Are one

I do not know which to prefer

The beauty of inflections

Or the beauty of innuendoes

The blackbird whistling

Or just after

Icicles filled the long window

With barbaric glass

The shadow of the blackbird

Crossed it, to and fro

The mood

Traced in the shadow

An indecipherable cause

O thin men of Haddam

Why do you imagine golden birds?

Do you not see how the blackbird

Walks around the feet

Of the women about you?

I know noble accents

And lucid, inescapable rhythms;

But I know, too

That the blackbird is involved

In what I know

When the blackbird flew out of sight

It marked the edge

Of one of many circles

At the sight of blackbirds

Flying in the green light

Even the bawds of euphony

Would cry out sharply

He rode over Connecticut

In a glass coach

Once, a fear pierced him

In that he mistook

The shadow of his equipage

For Blackbirds

The river is moving

The blackbirds must be flying

It was evening all afternoon

It was snowing

And it was going to snow

The blackbirds sat

In the cedar-limbs

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