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Bantams in Pine-Woods

Bantams in Pine-Woods

By Wallace Stevens 1879–1955 Wallace Stevens

Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan

Of tan with henna hackles, halt!

Damned universal cock, as if the sun

Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.

Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.

Your world is you. I am my world.

You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!

Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,

Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,

And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.

Source: The Dial (1922)

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Poet Wallace Stevens 1879–1955

SCHOOL / PERIOD Modern

Subjects Arts & Sciences, Language & Linguistics, Poetry & Poets