Life in Poetry #2 ~ September and the Wisdom of Cats

 

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“Sometimes the poem
doesn’t want to come;
it hides from the poet
like a playful cat
who has run
under the house
& lurks among slugs,
roots, spiders’ eyes,
ledge so long out of the sun
that it is dank
with the breath of the Troll King.”

The Poem Cat ~ Erica Jong

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“She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them.”

Black Cat ~Rainer Maria Rilke

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“The cat is free;
No tether he
Will wear in circumspect…

Yet he betrays
His freedom’s ways
For one kind word and pat.”

The Cat is Free ~ Adeline Foster

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“It rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even though we talk nothing but nonsense.”

Tame Cat ~ Ezra Pound

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“Cats remember what is essential of days.
Letting all other memories go as of no worth
they sleep sounder then we,
whose hearts break remembering so many
inessential things.”

Inessential Things ~ Brian Patten

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2 thoughts on “Life in Poetry #2 ~ September and the Wisdom of Cats

  1. I love this!! “It rests me to converse with beautiful women Even though we talk nothing but nonsense.” – that’s made my day! Such a delightful and joyful post. Thank you : ))

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