13 Ways of Looking at a Circus April 2014 | Page 4

Open entrance,
I had to decide
Whether to run or
Join in the “fun”
Jonathan

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are
three blackbirds.
Going to that tent
Observing dangerous things
But only focus on one
Joel

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.

I was of three minds
Just looking at the
Different types of acts.
Vanessa

I was of three minds
Like an elephant
In which gets mauled
David

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.

Just like the circus
I was of three minds
Cherokee

I was of three minds
Like paint colors
Which one to use
Nate

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.