Tuesday, September 29, 2015

banal ultimatums















THE EMPEROR OF ICE-CREAM                                                                              












Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale' of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. 






                                     Wallace Stevens








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2 comments:

  1. Kirby OlsonSeptember 29, 2015 at 5:15 PM

    I haven't read it in a while. I prefer pistachio with a moustachio.

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  2. jhSeptember 30, 2015 at 8:25 PM





    Kirby


    you read so much other stuff

    I am delighted that you humble yourself to visit this exalted blog

    lost as it is in the shadows of blogdom

    I've enjoyed cataloguing poems all sorts and quality

    my intention is that commentary would be almost nil

    who the hell wants to discuss poetry anyway

    cheers


    jh



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