2001-07-18 - 1:07 p.m. - brevis16

Wallace Stevens time.

The Plot Against the Giant

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.

Umm. I don't have much else to say. Perhaps later, I'll write. I felt like I needed a place-holder so that people wouldn't get my diaryrings page first off, and *shrugs* this just sort of happened. I did always like this poem.

If you want to read something that I really wrote, why don't you click... here?

J