Poem of the day. Wallace Stevens
di
Redazione Italia, May 13, 2016
Redazione Italia, May 13, 2016
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The Emperor of
Ice-Cream
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.
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.
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.
