Here you will find the Poem Frogs Eat Butterflies, Snakes Eat Frogs, Hogs Eat Snakes, Men Eat Hogs of poet Wallace Stevens
It is true that the rivers went nosing like swine, Tugging at banks, until they seemed Bland belly-sounds in somnolent troughs, That the air was heavy with the breath of these swine, The breath of turgid summer, and Heavy with thunder's rattapallax, That the man who erected this cabin, planted This field, and tended it awhile, Knew not the quirks of imagery, That the hours of his indolent, arid days, Grotesque with this nosing in banks, This somnolence and rattapallax, Seemed to suckle themselves on his arid being, As the swine-like rivers suckled themselves While they went seaward to the sea-mouths.
