\u201cAnyway it worked because Charlie actually managed to marry twice, (probably someone with nursing ambitions), which just goes to show that there\u2019s a lid for every pot. Sometimes there are as many as nine lids for the same pot. Also when I was a teenager I could buy pot in lids. But I don\u2019t think you can anymore . . . can you?\u201d<\/p>\n
(Carrie Fisher, Wishful Drinking,<\/em> New York: Simon and Schuster, 2012. p 44-45)<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Recuerdo<\/strong><\/p>\n Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/p>\n We were very tired, we were very merry\u2014 We were very tired, we were very merry\u2014 We were very tired, we were very merry, <\/p>\n The Emperor of Ice-Cream<\/strong><\/p>\n Wallace Stevens<\/p>\n Call the roller of big cigars, Take from the dresser of deal, <\/p>\n (published in Steven\u2019s first book Harmonium <\/em>by Vintage Books in 1923)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cAnyway it worked because Charlie actually managed to marry twice, (probably someone with nursing ambitions), which just goes to show that there\u2019s a lid for every pot. Sometimes there are as many as nine lids for the same pot. Also when I was a teenager I could buy pot in lids. But I don\u2019t think […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"episode_type":"","audio_file":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","filesize_raw":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[20,17,21,9,22,18,19],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106\/revisions\/114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.electrictext.net\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
\nIt was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable\u2014
\nBut we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
\nWe lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
\nAnd the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.<\/p>\n
\nWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
\nAnd you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
\nFrom a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
\nAnd the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
\nAnd the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.<\/p>\n
\nWe had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
\nWe hailed, \u201cGood morrow, mother!\u201d to a shawl-covered head,
\nAnd bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
\nAnd she wept, \u201cGod bless you!\u201d for the apples and pears,
\nAnd we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
\n(Published in Poetry <\/em>magazine in May 1919)<\/p>\n
\nThe muscular one, and bid him whip
\nIn kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
\nLet the wenches dawdle in such dress
\nAs they are used to wear, and let the boys
\nBring flowers in last month\u2019s newspapers.
\nLet be be finale of seem.
\nThe only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.<\/p>\n
\nLacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
\nOn which she embroidered fantails once
\nAnd spread it so as to cover her face.
\nIf her horny feet protrude, they come
\nTo show how cold she is, and dumb.
\nLet the lamp affix its beam.
\nThe only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.<\/p>\n