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  • Box of Rain

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    Grateful Dead

    Words by Robert Hunter; music by Phil Lesh

    Look out of any window
    any morning, any evening, any day
    Maybe the sun is shining
    birds are winging or
    rain is falling from a heavy sky –
    What do you want me to do,
    to do for you to see you through?
    this is all a dream we dreamed
    one afternoon long ago
    Walk out of any doorway
    feel your way, feel your way
    like the day before
    Maybe you’ll find direction
    around some corner
    where it’s been waiting to meet you –
    What do you want me to do,
    to watch for you while you’re sleeping?
    Well please don’t be surprised
    when you find me dreaming too

    Look into any eyes
    you find by you, you can see
    clear through to another day
    I know it’s been seen before
    through other eyes on other days
    while going home —
    What do you want me to do,
    to do for you to see you through?
    It’s all a dream we dreamed
    one afternoon long ago

    Walk into splintered sunlight
    Inch your way through dead dreams
    to another land
    Maybe you’re tired and broken
    Your tongue is twisted
    with words half spoken
    and thoughts unclear
    What do you want me to do
    to do for you to see you through
    A box of rain will ease the pain
    and love will see you through

    Just a box of rain –
    wind and water –
    Believe it if you need it,
    if you don’t just pass it on
    Sun and shower –
    Wind and rain –
    in and out the window
    like a moth before a flame

    It’s just a box of rain
    I don’t know who put it there
    Believe it if you need it
    or leave it if you dare
    But it’s just a box of rain
    or a ribbon for your hair
    Such a long long time to be gone
    and a short time to be there

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  • Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

    By Wallace Stevens

    I
    Among twenty snowy mountains,
    The only moving thing
    Was the eye of the blackbird.

    II
    I was of three minds,
    Like a tree
    In which there are three blackbirds.

    III
    The blackbird 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 blackbird
    Are one.

    V
    I do not know which to prefer,
    The beauty of inflections
    Or the beauty of innuendoes,
    The blackbird whistling
    Or just after.

    VI
    Icicles filled the long window
    With barbaric glass.
    The shadow of the blackbird
    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 blackbird
    Walks around the feet
    Of the women about you?

    VIII
    I know noble accents
    And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
    But I know, too,
    That the blackbird is involved
    In what I know.

    IX
    When the blackbird flew out of sight,
    It marked the edge
    Of one of many circles.

    X
    At the sight of blackbirds
    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 blackbirds.

    XII
    The river is moving.
    The blackbird must be flying.

    XIII
    It was evening all afternoon.
    It was snowing
    And it was going to snow.
    The blackbird sat
    In the cedar-limbs.

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