The Revolutionists Stop for Orangeade

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The Revolutionists Stop for Orangeade

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Capitán profundo, capitán geloso, Ask us not to sing standing in the sun, Hairy-backed and hump-armed, Flat-ribbed and big-bagged. There is no pith in music Except in something false. Bellissimo, pomposo, Sing a song of serpent-kin, Necks among the thousand leaves, Tongues around the fruit. Sing in clownish boots Strapped and buckled bright. Wear the breeches of a mask, Coat half-flare and half galloon; Wear a helmet without reason, Tufted, tilted, twirled, and twisted. Start the singing in a voice Rougher than a grinding shale. Hang a feather by your eye, Nod and look a little sly. This must be the vent of pity, Deeper than a truer ditty Of the real that wrenches, Of the quick that's wry.

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  • Wallace Stevens