Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan <br />Of tan with henna hackles, halt! <br /> <br />Damned universal cock, as if the sun <br />Was blackmoor to bear your blazing tail. <br /> <br />Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal. <br />Your world is you. I am my world. <br /> <br />You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat! <br />Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines, <br /> <br />Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs, <br />And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bantams-in-pine-woods/
