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Monday, August 15, 2011

Found Poem - Shadow of a Black Bird by Sonya Chappelear

I was of three minds, like a tree in, which there are three blackbirds. 
Then I turned toward paradises lost for the shadow of the blackbird. 
I went walking on the roads of yesteryear; 
I went walking through my childhood -
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
and sorry I could not travel both, 
the martyrs who do not bear witness; 
the flowers of blood that fade and scatter in the empty wind.  
And both that morning equally lay. 
In leaves no step had trodden black. 
I do not know which to prefer, 
the beauty of inflections or 
the beauty of innuendoes. 
I shall be telling this with a sigh; 
only the unloved know, 
lost in the loose leaves of the weeping cherry tree, 
a man and a woman and a blackbird are one.

Taken from: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird By Wallace Stevens 02/03/2011The Road Not Taken Robert Frost  02/03/2011Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire translated by Annette Smith and Clayton Eshleman 02/03/2011Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] by Charles Wright 02/03/2011

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