Or just after

by Jennifer on December 31, 2009

In Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Blackbird, Wallace Stegner writes,

I do not know which to prefer…
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

I’ve never sorted out what I think this poem is about, I just like it. (“It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing and it was going to snow.” My favorite lines.)

Sitting under the stars beside a campfire, listening to the plaintive swell and moan of a harmonica. The sound of a laugh, carried like milkweed fluff on the air. The moment I realize something true.

Or just after.


*I’ve edited the stanza – you can read the entire poem here

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