Kuriosities

I.
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II.
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV.
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V.
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI.
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.

VII.
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?

VIII.
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX.
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X.
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI.
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII.
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

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

From Collected Poems by Wallace Stevens

Also, I was dreadfully sick yesterday with some sort of stomach bug, so spent the day on the couch dozing fitfully between nausea and gut wracking cramps. In the awake moments, I read. I grabbed up an old poetry anthology from university days and it fell open to this poem by Raymond Souster, which I also thought fitting!

The Top Hat
by Raymond Souster  

 Whether it’s just a gag or the old geezer’s
A bit queer in the head, it’s still refreshing
To see someone walking up Bay Street
With toes out of his shoes, patched trousers, frayed suit-coat
And on his head the biggest shiniest top hat
Since Abe Lincoln
                               and walking as if the whole
Damn street belonged to him
                                    which at this moment for my money
It does.