You dweller in the dark cabin, <br />To whom the watermelon is always purple, <br />Whose garden is wind and moon, <br /> <br />Of the two dreams, night and day, <br />What lover, what dreamer, would choose <br />The one obscured by sleep? <br /> <br />Here is the plantain by your door <br />And the best cock of red feather <br />That crew before the clocks. <br /> <br />A feme may come, leaf-green, <br />Whose coming may give revel <br />Beyond revelries of sleep, <br /> <br />Yes, and the blackbird spread its tail, <br />So that the sun may speckle, <br />While it creaks hail. <br /> <br />You dweller in the dark cabin, <br />Rise, since rising will not waken, <br />And hail, cry hail, cry hail.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-from-a-watermelon-pavilion/
