Author's Note: So this is a sort of parody of "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens. (Hehe, Wallace... what other Wallaces do we know?) The idea is that these are 16 little glimpses of Robin randomly. The looker (or lookers) could be debatable, but I pictured Wally for a lot of them; (I blame the original poet's name). Since the original poem is Modernist; I mirrored it and have no official rhyme or metrical scheme. Also, I changed it to 16 because that number appears so often in YJ.

Disclaimer: I do not own YJ, or Stevens' original poem. This is just for fun. :)


Sixteen Ways of Looking at a Robin

I.

Hidden among the shadows

entirely imperceptible,

was the figure of a Robin.

II.

I was of six minds,

four teammates', my own,

one cackling Robin.

III.

Robin flew, twisting and turning in the air.

He was integral in the performance.

IV.

Conglomerate of kids

are one.

Conglomerate of kids and Robin

are one.

V.

I do not know which to prefer,

the beauty of quiescence

or the joyfulness of laughter,

Robin's laughter

or just before.

VI.

Two buildings, intimidating,

stood tall in the night.

A small and lithe figure flew

between the structures.

This shadow passes across

edges of rooftops -

a Robin, shrouded and distant.

VII.

O citizens of Gotham,

why ignore the problems around you?

Kept at bay by a Robin and Bat,

your city is infected, sick

with crime, so rampant.

Viii.

The sight of Robin

lying there scared me,

especially since

the uncertainty

of whose blood it was.

IX.

I knew the noble fight.

I have participated in this dance

for many years.

Yet I question moral issues anew.

Does Robin question them, too?

X.

When Robin stood tall

next to his mentor,

pride

was what I could not mistake

on both their expressions.

XI.

Like a phoenix,

triumphantly, he stood.

I forgot his broken wing.

XII.

At the sight of Robin

sailing over a fight,

even their horrid enemies

saw skill and beauty.

XIII.

The man ran from the police

out of their reach.

At once, a fear pierced him;

he saw a shadow

and heard a cacophonous laugh

from Robin.

XIV.

Our team is moving.

Our Robin will be flying.

XV.

And once the wind ceased calling,

the night knew its longing.

Envious eyes and lusting lips

follow the graceful moves

of one, lone perfect Robin.

XVI.

It was the first light of morn.

The rain was stopping.

Though the sun wanted to shine brightly,

Clouds still filled the sky.

But Robin didn't move, just waited and watched.


So I'd love some feedback. This is a bit abstract for me, so I'd like to find out if anyone enjoyed it. Any thoughts provoked? Please Review! (And look up the original; it's very odd. )