The Jack-Rabbit

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Wallace Stevens - Non-Music

The Jack-Rabbit

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In the morning, The jack-rabbit sang to the Arkansaw. He carolled in caracoles On the feat sandbars. The black man said, "Now, grandmother, Crochet me this buzzard On your winding-sheet, And do not forget his wry neck After the winter." The black man said, "Look out, O caroller, The entrails of the buzzard Are rattling."

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  • Wallace Stevens