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Daughter of Mirkwood
June 11th, 2005, 02:07 PM
People tell me i think too much for my age. I love poetry, and I love this poem, its one of my favourites but i love never really understood it, so i browsed a few sites trying to figure what other people thought it was all about, and figured i wasnt far off the mark. Most people just fumble about but i reckon i might have cracked it, so then i sat and tried to write an interpretation of it, how fiendish :p.

it's just a bit of fun, i'm not studying it for school or anything.

I know alot of poetry is ruined for some people trying to find a deeper meaning, however i think it makes this one better, so if you'll excuse me for doing so....

Here is the poem.

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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

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.

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.

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Now before you read the next post, please try make up your own mind what it is all about and figure what each stanza could mean, its really important you do this without me influencing you. Iêm really interested to know. :)

Daughter of Mirkwood
June 11th, 2005, 02:22 PM
okay, so here's what i figured; the black bird is god. I'm not a relgious person particually but i think this is what he was trying to say.

Proof? well, here goes. Correct me if you think differently.

I

I'm not too sure about this bit- but in a silent world, god is always watching.

II

There is one god, but there are three parts to him ("i was of three minds like a tree in which there are three black birds"), the father the son and the holy spirit.

III

Although not always noticed, God plays a part in the 'pantomine' of life.

IV

A man and a woman are one with god, and a man and women and black bird are also one with god.

V

Trying to determine wether gods creation is most beautiful during or after.

VI

The window represents life, it's not always pleasant, but god is always passing through though sometimes he has 'an indechiperable cause'

VII

Not sure about this one, but possibly 'all that is gold does not glitter', god doesnt need to be beatiful, you shouldnt worship money and golden things, god will always be loyal to you and be with your women.

VIII

I know a lot of things, but god is involved in everything, he knows everything that i know.

IX

When you are out of god's sight, aka you dont believe in him anymore, you are on your own...?

X

okay i think is is about people fearing god, and although they may sing his praise they are still afraid of him.

XI
Again, god fearing, glass coach represent's life- god can always see you as you ride through life, and he fears doing wrong and thinks god is watching and judging him

XII
The world is working
God must be about

XIII
anything could happen, but god will always be there.









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Okay, so how did you think i did? Have i read too much in to this? Should i just shut up? :sad

I doubt any of you even bothered to read that. I just kinda hope you did.... I wondered if anyone though different or could add to it.

silverfox
June 11th, 2005, 06:47 PM
I see where your coming from but I think the blackbird is thought.

I
even when everything is silent and still, the mind is still lmoving and thinkg silently

II
there is only one of you, but you can think of more than one way idea at a time, and have more opinion than one on something at a time

III
even when we are just going about our normal lives, we are unthinkingly playing a part in a story, the bigger picture. our own thoughts are just a part in the thoughts of manyy that amount to something big.

IV
if you join two people to make one then you join their thoughts towards the same thing aswell.

V
the black bird whistling is the sound of thought, wondering if the art of listening and saying something else is finer or more beautiful,or that of thought. or watching the results of your actions.

VI
thought is always there but sometimes because of other things it gets distorted and the meaning/cause of the thoughts is not always clear at first or at all, or the path that their following

VII
not sure about this one, why look up and imagine a brilliant cause when thoughts are dark and are all around you?

VIII
that no matter how obscure, thought is involved in everything

IX
when you lose track of someones thoughts you mark the edge of the circle of your own understanding.

X
If you look at a thought in a different light then even the people who take joy in thought will be shocked.

XI
everyone is afrade of what they don't under stand, because they imagine it to be something else

XII
if time is passing then thoiughts must be expanding, flying on to different areas of thought

XIII
if something is happening now, then it will happen in the future, if something will happen then it is happening now, if someone has thought of it then someone will think of it again. I someone will think of it then someone has already thought of it.

Daughter of Mirkwood
June 11th, 2005, 06:56 PM
oh wow! I hadnt really thought that deep. I like it!

silverfox
June 11th, 2005, 07:01 PM
Its a lot more fun interpritting poems this way than picking them apart at school. I wasn't really thinking that deep, but I dont think I could get any deeper

Theodred
June 12th, 2005, 12:00 AM
My interpretations were not far off from yours, Dom. Man, that's why I enjoy this board. In English class to round out the term, we spent time reading and interpreting poetry. Everyone in the class didn't care and thought it was terrible. One girl even whispered to her friend "this is so ----ing boring." That really irritated me. I just wanted to say "you're so ----ing boring. You're too shallow to try to find depth and meaning in life." Bleh.

Sorry for that tirade. I like Wallace Stevens. Did you know that every morning he would walk to work and compose poetry in his head? Then he'd work at law all day and not really think of poetry. Then he'd walk home and compose more and write his thoughts down when he got home. I thought that was pretty cool. My two favorite poems by him are "Disillusionment at 10 O'clock" and "Anecdote of the Jar."

Daughter of Mirkwood
June 12th, 2005, 05:37 AM
he's my favourite poet :D

My favourite work by him is 'The Idea of Order at Keywest, I read that on a weekly basis.