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Here's the oft-anthologized, oft-assigned Wallace Stevens poem, "The Emperor of Ice-Cream." I recorded an episode on this poem--and then trashed it because the poem kept me up at night. I soon realized that the way I've always seen it doesn't make sense of it, leaves me wanting more. So here's the poem and what it means and how what it means changes with each day--like ice cream. Here today, gone in a flash.