The Golden Flute
for Wallace Stevens
it's not an ordinary toot
That's played upon the golden flute.
One time a man asked me to play
Upon my flute his flustered way.
I said, "This is no substitute!
This is the esoteric flute!"
He looked at me and muttered. "Shoot."
I then began to play a scene
Of lovely notes in floating green,
Then asked the doubting, blinded brute,
"Now have you heard such from a flute?"
"Such notes, " he said, "I've never seen;
But I detest the color green.
Play me red notes. Blue is cute.
Come honk them on your golden flute."
Such people I have never seen
Who doubt my melodies played green;
And so I thought, and so was mute,
But floored him with my golden flute.
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