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, "The
Snowman," "The Emperor of Ice Cream," and "Thirteen Ways of
Looking at a Blackbird" from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens.
Copyright 1954 by Wallace Stevens. Reprinted with the permission of Alfred A.
Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.
Source: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens (1982)
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