Wallace Stevens - Last Looks at the Lilacs lyrics

To what good, in the alleys of the lilacs
O caliper, do you scratch your buttocks
And tell the divine ingenue, your companion
That this bloom is the bloom of soap
And this fragrance the fragrance of vegetal?

Do you suppose that she cares a tick
In this hymeneal air, what it is
That marries her innocence thus
So that her nakedness is near
Or that she will pause at scurrilous words?

Poor buffo! Look at the lavender
And look your last and look steadily
And say how it comes that you see
Nothing but trash and that you no longer feel
Her body quivering in the Floréal

Toward the cool night and
It's fantastic star
Prime paramour and beltеd paragon
Well booted, rugged, arrogantly malе
Patron and imager of the gold Don John
Who will embrace her before summer comes