Wallace Stevens (Уоллес Стивенс)

The Plot against the Giant

First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.

Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.

Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.

1. The Florist Wears Knee-Breeches
2. Nomad Exquisite
3. Of the Surface of Things
4. To the Roaring Wind
5. Disillusionment of Ten O’clock

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