The month of May is the pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer. Lady Gregory, Finn, Son of Cumhal - Lady Gregory, “Finn, Son of Cumhal”
I do not know which to prefer,The beauty of inflectionsOr the beauty of innuendosThe blackbird whistlingOr just after. - Wallace Stevens
I know noble accentsAnd lucid, inescapable rhythms;But I know, too,That the blackbird is involvedIn what I know. - Wallace Stevens
A blackbird doesn't change its tune to suit the times. - Marty Rubin