I woke up the other night and tried to reconstruct "!3 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" in my head. The next morning I tried again. I missed a few sections, the bawds of euphony, icicles filled the long window, and the final part, it was evening all afternoon. And, of course, I didn't get anything in the right order. Is there any poem greater than this?
Definitely one of my central touchstones. And in fact, one of the first poems I ever read, at least once I began to become a poetry person. I wish I remembered where and when and to what effect I read it ...
ResponderEliminarIt's fair to say that there is no poem greater than it, although one could surely find a few that are as good.