"Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."
Wallace Stevens, The Emperor of Ice Cream
It's one of those compact, beautiful, mysterious poems that you struggle to comprehend and yet it always stays with you and comes back to you at the oddest times. This poem was on my mind today as I roamed the streets of San Francisco, perhaps in response to recently learning about the intriguing story of Emperor Norton I.