Wallace Stevens - Floral Decorations for Bananas lyrics

Well, nuncle, this plainly won't do
These insolent, linear peels
And sullen, hurricane shapes
Won't do with your eglantine
They require something serpentine
Blunt yellow in such a room!

You should have had plums tonight
In an eighteenth-century dish
And pettifogging buds
For the women of primrose and purl
Each one in her decent curl
Good God! What a precious light!

But bananas hacked and hunched
The table was set by an ogre
His eye on an outdoor gloom
And a stiff and noxious place
Pile the bananas on planks
Thе women will be all shanks
And bangles and slattеd eyes

And deck the bananas in leaves
Plucked from the Carib trees
Fibrous and dangling down
Oozing cantankerous gum
Out of their purple maws
Darting out of their purple craws
Their musky and tingling tongues