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. To the One of Fictive Music
2. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man
3. Nomad Exquisite
4. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly
5. Tattoo

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