Author Gertrude Stein SALAD DRESSING AND AN ARTICHOKE. Please pale hot, please cover rose, please acre in the red stranger, please butter all the beef-steak with regular feel faces. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments