Bantams in Pine-Woods

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.

    — Wallace Stevens, from The Collected Poems: The Corrected Edition

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