Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
Damned universal cock, as if the sun
Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
Your world is you. I am my world.
You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.
Added: on July 3rd, 2005 at 7:22 PM | Viewed: 1443 times | Comments (1)
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Poet:Wallace Stevens Poem: Bantams In Pine-Woods
Last read: Jul 3 2008, 8:34PM
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Added on July 3rd, 2005 at 7:22 PM.
Comments
Wonderful, my favorite. A movie of the scene between great Stevens and Great Little Bamtam. The magic use of the word by Stevens is just beautiful
Diego Rueda Arias from Mexico