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© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
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A photo I took several years ago in Belgium. LOL

This image was originally posted under my other
name: “Hubert Lebizay” aka "Hubzay"...
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For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
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The Emperor of Ice-Cream

A poem by Wallace Stevens

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.

"A poem need not have a meaning and, like most things in nature, often does not have."
- Wallace Stevens, from Opus Posthumous, "Adagia" (1959)

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Poem's source : [link]

Description
© Ben Heine || Facebook || Twitter || www.benheine.com
____________________________________________________

A photo I took several years ago in Belgium. LOL

This image was originally posted under my other
name: “Hubert Lebizay” aka "Hubzay"...
____________________________________________________

For more information about my artwork: info@benheine.com
____________________________________________________

The Emperor of Ice-Cream

A poem by Wallace Stevens

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.

"A poem need not have a meaning and, like most things in nature, often does not have."
- Wallace Stevens, from Opus Posthumous, "Adagia" (1959)

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Poem's source : [link]