Wallace Stevens - The Emperor of Ice Cream lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - The Emperor of Ice Cream lyrics]
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers
Let be be finale of seem
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream
Take from the dresser of deal
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb
Let the lamp affix it's beam
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream