The Jack-Rabbit Wallace Stevens
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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."
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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