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Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens

Depression Before Spring
The cock crows
But no queen rises.
 
The hair of my blonde
Is dazzling,
As the spittle of cows
threading the wind.
 
Ho! Ho!
 
But ki-ki-ri-ki
Brings no rou-cou,
No rou-cou-cou.
 
But no queen comes
In slipper green.

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