Showing posts with label black bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black bird. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2015

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great-tailed grackle from google dot com

good morning
to the grackle on the wall -
daintyly skipping
[20150412]

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perched on a rock
the song of a grackle
swift in passing
[20150222]

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a grackle hops in
smell of freshly cut grass
one them another
[20150126]

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new years day... a grackle stops
among the ixoras... briefly
[20140101]

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skip of grackles
across a church lawn...
sun bright day
[20140403]

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our pockets filled
of every necessity...
gaze of two grackles
[20140908]

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follow the curve of the road...
dark beaks of grackles peck
a frangipani strewn lawn
[20141228]

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trickling water...
light footed a grackle
alights on a rock
[20130529]

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ocean breezes -
in the beak of a blackbird
some kind of berry
[20121114]

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one black bird singing
to the light of morning -
i too am alone-
[20120121]

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a grackle
flown from the lines
limes with pigeons
on the street
[20120119]

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sunlight -
morning espied
through the eye
of a grackle
[20120417]



in the stillness
a few grackles fly in
ruffling the palms
[20100320]

© gillena cox



Revisit
zip haiku
our pockets
Sunday Lime 1



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AND NOW ---Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by WALLACE STEVENS
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.




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