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Слушать(AI)The Emperor of Ice-Cream
Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such
As they are used to wear, and let the
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
On which she embroidered fantails
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they
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
Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and
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