Call the roll
er of big cigar
one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cup
s concupiscent curd
Let the wench
in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
s in last month's newspaper
Let be be finale
emperor is the emperor
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.
Wallace Stevens, 1923.