Poem by Wallace Stevens

Bantams in Pine-Woods

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.

1. Earthy Anecdotes
2. To the Roaring Wind
3. The Idea of Order at Key West
4. Peter Quince at the Clavier
5. The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm

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