> 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. > > From 13 Ways of looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens 16 x 16 unframed oil on canvas larger view |
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On Paper: Passages: sunset, 24 x 24 |
On Paper: Passages: , midday, 24 x 24 |
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