TPCASTT Analysis of a Poem: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird By Wallace Stevens (1954)
SUSANTHIKA ROSE MAHARANI 17619336 3SA01 Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens (1954) Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime. A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one. I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after. 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. 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? I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That