“I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.”
-Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
When I saw the picture below, I thought of Stevens’ poem right away. The first stanza starts like this: Among twenty snowy mountains, the only moving thing was the eye of the black bird. The poem also ends with a snowy image… but it’s really not about snow at all. (I’m not totally sure what it is about, I just know I like the fifth stanza.)
*My own end of the week tradition: words in song or story that move me in some way. I might type my very favourite parts in bold text, and I’ll always try to post a link below the quote so you can get more if you want it. Enjoy!