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Further Reading
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Looper
Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the looper.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three loopers.
III
The looper whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a looper
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The looper whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the looper
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the looper
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the looper is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the looper flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of loopers
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For loopers.
XII
The river is moving.
The looper must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The looper sat
In the cedar-limbs.