Poem by Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)




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.

 

 

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This isn't the only poem in which Stevens denigrates the unsophisticated.
2021-07-26