cat poetry

knowing man

/ BriAnne Dopart / 1 Comment

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The Cats Will Know (an excerpt)
Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know.

 

There will be other days,
there will be other voices.
You will smile alone.
The cats will know…
 – Cesare Paves,
Translated by Geoffrey Brock.
The full text of this poem can be found here.

mr. word of fur

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…Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

– from “Cat Song” by Marge Piercy