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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Wallace Stevens's poem Bantams In Pine-Woods

1 Comment

  1. Diego Rueda Arias says:

    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

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