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Tuesday, February 5, 2019

THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD (PARODY)


 1  

Among twenty snowy pages 
The only piercing thing 
Was the eye of the parody.  



2  

I was of three minds, 
Like a book 
In which there are three parodies.  



3  

The parody slipped in among the editors papers; 
It was a small sabot in the machine.  



4  

A poet and a poem 
Are one. 
A poet and a poem and an editor are one
Huge parody.  



5  

I do not know which to prefer, 
The parody of inflections 
Or the inflections of parody: 
The writing, 
Or the whistling after.  



6 

Lines of cathartic broken prose filled the long page 
With barbaric gas. 
The shadow of a parody 
Crossed and re-crossed my mind. 
The mood 
Traced in the parody 
An inexplicable snicker.  



7  

Yo, gangstuh rappuhz, hip-hoppuhz n wannuh-bez, 
Why yuh ice-cracks showz? 
Dont-chuh see, duh pa-ruh-dee 
Dissin yuh durdy hoze?  



8  


I know the sober, stately cadences of standard 

English, 

Its friendliness to earthy, concrete words; 
But I know, too, 
That the parody is involved. . . .  



9  

When the parody was circulating, 
It skated around and around, 
Cutting many circles.  



10  

At the scoring of the parody
Open counterpoint on the page, 
The hawkers of cacophony 
Would gasp, aghast.  



11  

They overrode the country 
In a million tour buses and DJ vans; 
They had no fears, no cares! 
They never suspected 
The parody would overtake them.  



12  

Crowds are streaming overhead, 
The Mall slides by. 
Somewhere a parody is hatching.  



13  

This Twilight has been a Dark Age 
For ages. 
An Ice Age has descended, 
Colder than glaciers. 
A parody poises itself 
Among the pages.

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