That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
For more on the comedy that Wallace Stevens sees in life, see his poems  “The Man on the Dump”  and  “Not Ideas About the Thing, but the Thing Itself.”
Gubbinal