The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Wallace Stevens

[googly text]

Call on cigarettes,
A knife, and he hit
Keep the empty cup in the cupboards.
Instead, wear a coat of clothing
Yet they use their clothes and leave the men
The flower is the newspaper last month.
That’s a feeling
The king is the only king of the ice.

Getting a job from a salesman,
The compression, the lack of three party cupboards
This is his first step
And it spread the cover of his face.
If he will triumph in his hands, they will come
Seeing her injury, and her sweetheart.
Put the stick in your box.
The king is the only king of the ice.

[original text]

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.


Translation steps: English > Punjabi > Hawaiian > Cebuano > English
The original text of this poem is in the public domain.