The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Wallace StevensWallace Stevens

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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 ***** 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
About the poet

Wallace Stevens

1879 - 1955/Male/AmericanA Modernist poet whose meditative and philosophical poems' moods rotate between ecstasy, apathy, and reluctance between ecstasy and apathy. (wikipedia)

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