The going of the glade-boat Is like water flowing;

 Like water flowing Through the green saw-grass Under the rainbows;

 Under the rainbows That are like birds, Turning, bedizened,

 While the wind still whistles As kildeer do,

 When they rise At the red turban
 Of the boatman.

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In her review of Harmonium Marianne Moore picks out "The Load of Sugar-Cane" for praise because it achieves its splendor cumulatively. It illustrates an element of his craft, his "refraining for fear of impairing [a poem's] litheness of contour, from overelaborating felicities inherent in a subject."^[1] The red turban of the boatman in the final stanza is a little surprise, not what one would expect in the evidently Floridian everglades. Stevens is upsetting easy traditional expectations in this little experiment.

Notes

References

Moore, Marianne. "Well moused, Lion." The Dial 76 (1924). Reprinted in Twentieth Century Literature 30 (1984).