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Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| It was evening all afternoon./It was snowing/And it was going to snow./The blackbird sat/In the cedar-limbs. | 3 |
| The river is moving./The blackbird must be flying. | 2 |
| The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds./It was a small part of the pantomime. | 2 |
| He rode over Connecticut/In a glass coach./Once, a fear pierced him,/In that he mistook/The shadow of his equipage/For b | 2 |
| I do not know which to prefer,/The beauty of inflections/Or the beauty of innuendoes,/The blackbird whistling/Or just af | 1 |
| At the sight of blackbirds/Flying in a green light,/Even the bawds of euphony/Would cry out sharply. | 1 |
| When the blackbird flew out of sight,/It marked the edge/Of one of many circles. | 1 |
| I know noble accents/And lucid, inescapable rhythms;/But I know, too,/That the blackbird is involved/In what I know. | 1 |
| O thin men of Haddam,/Why do you imagine golden birds?/Do you not see how the blackbird/Walks around the feet/Of the wom | 0 |
| Icicles filled the long window/With barbaric glass./The shadow of the blackbird/Crossed it, to and fro./The mood/Traced | 0 |
| A man and a woman/Are one./A man and a woman and a blackbird/Are one. | 0 |
| I was of three minds,/Like a tree/In which there are three blackbirds. | 0 |
| Among twenty snowy mountains,/The only moving thing/Was the eye of the blackbird. | 0 |
― Ol Bertie Dastard, Thursday, 17 April 2008 23:21 (seventeen years ago)
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