Tuesday 21 May 2019

Tuesday Poem: "The Plot Against the Giant" by Wallace Stevens


First Girl

When this yokel comes maundering,

whetting his hacker,

I shall run before him,

Diffusing the civilest odors

Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.

It will check him.


Second Girl


I shall run before him,

Arching cloths besprinkled with colors

As small as fish-eggs.

The threads

Will abash him.


Third Girl


Oh, la…le pauvre!

I shall run before him,

With a curious puffing.

He will bend his ear then.

I shall whisper

Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.

It will undo him.

by Wallace Stevens


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