Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan,

Of tan with henna hackles, halt!



Damned universal cock, as if the sun

Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.



Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.

Your world is you. I am my world.



You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!

Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,



Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,

And fears not portly Azcan or his hoos.


"Bantams in Pine-Woods" From Harmonium (1923)