The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
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 its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
~Wallace Stevens
This is my favorite poem because its the kind of poem that no one understands the meaning of (possibly not even Stevens) no matter how hard those retarded literary criticism people try.
Call the roller of big cigars,
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 its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
~Wallace Stevens
This is my favorite poem because its the kind of poem that no one understands the meaning of (possibly not even Stevens) no matter how hard those retarded literary criticism people try.
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leahthefab on May 17, 2006I LOVE YOU
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-Death-s Punchline- on March 10, 2005thanks for you comment on they will pay, i noticed this a llittle, but you bring the fact its unclear. maybe i'll rewrite it. thanks again for you honest opinion, i appreciate it.
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laiboch on October 2, 2004Now I have 2 questions.
1) who the hell are you?
2) what is this all about?
"just because ur some fuckin bigshot doesnt mean that u r superior. mind ur own shit and so will i"
I know its not from a comment I made on one of your poems. Ive never read anything by you. I also know that if it was directed at me you either have no clue, or you were thinking of someone else as i go out of my way to be polite and respectful to other people on here.
So let me know what the hell your talking about =)
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Xkkin on September 24, 2004hi! errm i met you at the 8th grade dance :-D
its ikkin (if you couldn't tell
