Wallace Stevens Songtext / Lyric

I saw a blackbird

Thirteen ways

Then strew a fist many

Mountains away

My evangelism felled

Brutally taken

By breezes that rubbed me

And lifted light raven



I stretched to borrow

Fine antebelleum

To encase all the scrapings

Of us civilised fellow

I wanted to stash them

To secretive cages

With that fabulous blackbird

Of thirteen stages