13 Ways of Looking at a Circus April 2014 | Page 2

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

I walk into a place of
horror, full of screams and
mad men
Jonathan

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.

The casualty circus
Some escape, some die
But all of them wish
they could fly
Joey H

I’m not scared of the
Lions and tigers and bears
But I am scared of
Getting lost at the fair
Joanna

The circus was silence
One sudden move
Will turn into horror
Kayla

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

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.

Walk inside the large tent
The first thing you wanna do
Look at the animals
But not at the zoo
Joel

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.