Wallace Stevens - The Jack-Rabbit lyrics
[Wallace Stevens - The Jack-Rabbit lyrics]
In the morning
The jack rabbit sang to the Arkansaw
He carolled in caracoles
On the feat sandbars
The black man said, "Now, grandmother
Crochet me this buzzard
On your winding-sheet
And do not forget his wry neck
After the winter"
The black man said, "Look out, O caroller
The entrails of the buzzard are rattling"
The jack rabbit sang to the Arkansaw
He carolled in caracoles
On the feat sandbars
The black man said, "Now, grandmother
Crochet me this buzzard
On your winding-sheet
And do not forget his wry neck
After the winter"
The black man said, "Look out, O caroller
The entrails of the buzzard are rattling"