This blog is about opening the heart, and the lessons I'm learning in that process.
I know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too, That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know.When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked the edgeOf one of many circles.At the sight of blackbirdsFlying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphonyWould cry out sharply. From Bauds of Euphony, Wallace Stevens
I know noble accents
ReplyDeleteAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
From Bauds of Euphony, Wallace Stevens