13 ways of looking at the blackbird by VXRVXRX in New York

XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. IV A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one 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. II The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. 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?