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. )
