Wallace Stevens - Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs lyrics]
It is true that the rivers
Went nosing like swine
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs
That the air was heavy with
The breath of these swine
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder's rattapallax
That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile
Knew not the quirks of imagery
That the hours of his indolent, arid days
Grotesque with this nosing in banks
This somnolence and rattapallax
Seemed to suckle thеmselves on
His arid being
As thе swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths
Went nosing like swine
Tugging at banks, until they seemed
Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs
That the air was heavy with
The breath of these swine
The breath of turgid summer, and
Heavy with thunder's rattapallax
That the man who erected this cabin, planted
This field, and tended it awhile
Knew not the quirks of imagery
That the hours of his indolent, arid days
Grotesque with this nosing in banks
This somnolence and rattapallax
Seemed to suckle thеmselves on
His arid being
As thе swine-like rivers suckled themselves
While they went seaward to the sea-mouths