Your Sunday poem: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens theartdivas.com/2018/02/thirte
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And reposting yesterday's poem: In the Waiting Room by Elizabeth Bishop theartdivas.com/2018/02/in-wai
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Here's another poem by Wallace Stevens: The World As Meditation theartdivas.com/2014/07/the-wo
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And another: Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens theartdivas.com/2015/11/anecdo
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And of course: Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens theartdivas.com/2014/06/sunday
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This was the poem of the day four years ago:
A Cold Front by William Carlos Williams
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This was the poem of the day two years ago:
Poem by Muriel Rukeyser
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This was the poem of the day last year:
As by Paul Muldoon
theartdivas.com/2017/02/as-by-
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens
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Looking Across The Fields And Watching The Birds Fly by Wallace Stevens
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Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens
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Long and Sluggish Lines by Wallace Stevens
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There was an ice cream store in San Francisco on Irving St in San Francisco called the Emperor of Ice Cream in tje 70s. It had the poem painted on its walls and Philip, an Aleut cable car driver who got fired for punching someone in a union fight dished up cones.
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I have no idea how to interpret this poem. Am I an idiot, or is it supposed to make me feel obtuse?


