In the canon
The Emperor of Ice-Cream
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1922
- Pages
- Pages 1
A wake is being laid out in a poor house, and the poem calls for cigars, flirting and ice cream, crowning appetite and the plain fact of death over every finer pretence.
Let be be finale of seem.
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