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Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

Earthy Anecdote

Every time the bucks went clattering
Over Oklahoma
A firecat bristled in the way.
 
Wherever they went,
They went clattering,
Until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the right,
Because of the firecat.
 
Or until they swerved
In a swift, circular line
To the left,
Because of the firecat.
 
The bucks clattered.
The firecat went leaping,
To the right, to the left,
And
Bristled in the way.
 
Later, the firecat closed his bright eyes
And slept.

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