Call the roller of big cigars, <br />The muscular one, and bid him whip <br />In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. <br />Let the wenches dawdle in such dress <br />As they are used to wear, and let the boys <br />Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. <br />Let be be finale of seem. <br />The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. <br /> <br />Take from the dresser of deal. <br />Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet <br />On which she embroidered fantails once <br />And spread it so as to cover her face. <br />If her horny feet protrude, they come <br />To show how cold she is, and dumb. <br />Let the lamp affix its beam. <br />The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-emperor-of-ice-cream/
