He’s outwardly respectable. It was about a cat at the end of its life and I think it was just about to be taken to the vet for the last time. A Cat Named Sloopy Rod McKuen In memory of my late fat cat Pashosh. and not a free man any more. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the timeJust controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime! elegant and easy Two of the greatest symbols of the occult come together in Yeats’s adorable poem about a cat trying to teach the moon to dance: The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, Elsewhere, phloem lift you up tuber or bulb the first word I heard when I woke was the nurse's well, she said it went just outside. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—. I’d like to think a golden cowboy Rate this poem. 7. Présentation du dictionnaire de rimes anglaises. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes, Horace Walpole, inventor of the Gothic novel, The Great Cat: Poems About Cats (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets), The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History, The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem, Walters Art Museum Illuminated Manuscripts, 10 T. S. Eliot Poems Everyone Should Read | Interesting Literature. Thomas’s poetry is marked by its unsentimentalised view of nature, and this is a fine example of his direct and matter-of-fact style that nevertheless summons an emotional response from the reader – Thomas hates the cat because it kills the birds Thomas loves, but at the same time he can realise that the same act which makes him loathe the cat – its killing of thrushes and blackbirds – is also something that humans have carried out on the cat’s own kittens, which have been ‘duly drowned’. Jeoffrey has been called the ‘most famous cat in the whole history of English literature’ by one of Smart’s biographers, Neil Curry. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE! Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales, Accueil > Dictionnaires. 11 Hilarious Poems Written by Cats "I could pee on this" by Francesco Marciuliano is a hilarious anthology of cat poems which was published few years ago and is still a best seller. —Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance, Admire the monuments, Discuss the late events, Correct our watches by the public clocks. I heard a noise with the letter m, I heard it again but louder, As I come closer it was getting louder, Meow! Cats are naughty yet loving and humorous creatures. For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. Edward Lear, ‘The Owl and the Pussycat‘. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The limericks capture cats perfectly. Cats themselves are a classic, I’m a cat-lover… I mean, a real one! Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake. Although the poem is anonymous, it bears similarities to the poetry of Sedulius Scottus, prompting speculation that he is the author. Tigger (Janet W. Gould) Silver-gray softness, you bound into my lap, mittened paws kneading. She’d comfort me with purring I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea. February. contented Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime 22-year-old guy shares his love for his cat Cheetah in his poem ‘Beautiful Predator’ By POP! A Little Language. She tumbled headlong in …. I don’t know why she swallowed a fly. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts. Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair—. A Cat Named Sloopy What are the best cat-themed poems? And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone) Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time The Cats Will Know. Thomas Gray is remembered chiefly for three poems, although he was a much better-known figure in his own day (1716-1771). Alamy. Christopher ‘Kit’ Smart (1722-1771) was confined to a mental asylum for a number of years, and it was during his confinement that Smart wrote Jubilate Agno (‘Rejoice in the Lamb’), a religious poem composed between 1759 and 1763. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky. "You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, [For indeed I do not love it...you knew? At first she pretends, having nothing to do, She has come in merely to blink by the grate, But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour, She is never late. While birds unwinged hop careless o’er the ground, He revealed in a little-known sequel to the poem that the cat was indeed the female in the relationship, which makes it even more interesting that it is the cat that proposes the idea of marriage to the owl. A delightful little cat poem from the author of speculative feminist classic Woman on the Edge of Time. A few people came and asked about my wife, but I answered them easily. Lear wrote ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’ in 1868 and it was first published in 1871. on Sep 02 2003 04:20 AM x edit . From Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. With poems like "I Lick Your Nose "and "Elegy for a Toy I Broke" there is no topic too 'tough' for these poets. ;-) claudine, Cats can be fine companions, in example to authors sitting before their PC’s and notebooks during those long hours of editing and typing… ;-). Nor knew the gulf between. From the book There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly. 11. ‘Macavity, the Mystery Cat’ is one of the best-known poems in Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, about a feline master criminal (probably loosely based on Conan Doyle‘s Professor Moriarty – Eliot was a huge Sherlock Holmes fan). The Cat and The Moon by W.B. in New York’s jungle in a tree, Women fur on fur Reblogged this on Animals are Wonderful and commented: Macavity’s not there! Jeoffrey was Smart’s only companion during his time in the asylum, and Smart wrote this touching celebration of his feline friend. in search of other kinds of love What more can one say? Cesare Pavese. Milk for the Cat. 5. The juxtaposition of these two killings raises questions about nature and death which the poem needs only hint at to achieve its effects. Sloopy should have been a cowboy’s cat He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. She spoke of Egypt, and a white Temple, against enormous night. My self-possession flares up for a second; This is as I had reckoned. perhaps she’s been bitter but free. This in turn inspired the Andrew Lloyd-Webber musical Cats. Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly. Once was a time, My all time favorite cat poem was written by Rod McKuen A Cat Named Sloopy You can see him perform it on you tube if you are in need of a good cry.Lyrics below. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE! For a while 4. The ripped through the screens and battered through holes. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there! By Mother Goose. Where green valerian tufts, luxuriant spread, The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune Of a broken violin on an August afternoon: "I am always sure that you understand My feelings, always sure that you feel, Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand. Copyright © 1939 by T. S. Eliot, renewed © 1967 by Esme Valerie Eliot. The link provided above includes a good analysis of the poem. Margaret Atwood. Next Poem Next. before I went into the world There, they wait for their owners and greet them when they die: Certain that they could find nothing, I … The weather is always beautiful, and there is plenty of food and water. You will go on, and when you have prevailed You can say: at this point many a one has failed. There, as our silent-footed race behold There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. More by Stanley Plumly. If you’d like to go in search of more great cat poems, the beautifully produced anthology, The Great Cat: Poems About Cats (Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets), contains many more feline classics, including W. B. Yeats’s Minnaloushe, Christopher Smart’s Jeoffry, Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire Cat, T. S. Eliot’s Rum Tum Tugger, and William Blake’s Tyger. Who painted buildings like Roualt men. Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. after a time Great collection! There is a poem in a curled up snake . Robin Robertson. HUMANS ARE ANIMALS TOO . Emily Dickinson, ‘She sights a Bird – she chuckles‘. Perhaps it is not too late. (my arms full of canned liver and love). A dozen summers I don’t know why she swallowed a fly. It refers to a place called the Rainbow Bridge, where all pets go when they die. Some are walked so often —And so the conversation slips Among velleities and carefully caught regrets Through attenuated tones of violins Mingled with remote cornets And begins. Who is not a love seeker Just as the scholar goes in search of knowledge, so his faithful companion goes in search of mice. Looking back They climbed up the chimney and slid down clothes poles. WHAT THE CAT KNOWS. hailing cabs to take them but always coming home to Sloopy, They must have thought me crazy krishna . Presumptuous maid! Then one day several officers of the police came. For a while the only earth that Sloopy knew was in her sandbox. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there! We’d talk into the night then Nineteen fifty-nine. Winter. Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there! Lear wrote ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’ for a friend’s daughter, Janet Symonds, who was born in 1865 and was three years old when Lear wrote the poem. Sloopy How keen you are!] Woman on Twenty-Second Eating Berries. The author of this article, Dr Oliver Tearle, is a literary critic and lecturer in English at Loughborough University. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. you are not blind! Riding my imaginary horse Your post is helpful. one minute more The slippery verge her feet beguiled, As well as scraps from neighbours’ pails …. I never knew the cat theme was not only in abundance but explored in craft. His ‘Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard’ is still widely anthologised, and his ‘Ode on the Distant Prospect of Eton College’ is remembered for its line ‘where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise’. and cats on the floor. And had her kittens duly drowned. when December comes? I’d fatten her with smiles. she found a man who only smiled. And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known, (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone), Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time. Troubled his animal blood. round the block and back. The cats who authored its various poems have destroyed curtains, scratched couches, bitten hands, shredded toilet paper… and they are not sorry. I feel the need for a follow-up cat post coming on! He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together in a little crooked house. He commits crime after crime with impunity and without leaving any evidence. Only Sloopy stay and stayed. And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:‘It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs;Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums. as the snow came falling We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips. II Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in his fingers while she talks. There are plenty of kittens, elegies and memorials to lost cats, black cats, and poems written from a cat’s perspective. You hardly know when you are coming back, You will find so much to learn." only slightly pure I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. I shall sit here, serving tea to friends." The poet describes the atrocities done by Macavity. , it is a cat. Cat Poems Home Poems Nature Poems Animal Poems Cat Poems. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! His other enduring poem is this, written about the cat belonging to Gray’s friend Horace Walpole, inventor of the Gothic novel; Walpole’s cat did indeed drown in 1747. (The poem was only first published in 1939.) Prev Previous Poem. This music is successful with a "dying fall" Now that we talk of dying— And should I have the right to smile? Every night she’d sit in the window The cat’s song. to live an hour-long cowboy’s life, At night she tucked each in a wee little bed, But they all much preferred to wander instead. were her domain. For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer. This is the 507th poem in Dickinson’s Complete Poems, and – as so often with Emily Dickinson – the poem perfectly captures in short, telegrammatic style the essence of the thing being described. There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile. For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. I’m bitter too We can’t forget how fog comes in on little cat feet…. Pangur Ban, of course. The Cat and The Cat II by Charles Baudelaire. There is a poem in a frozen fountain Yum! Minnaloushe runs in the grass Spring is in the air so let there be poetry! Christopher Smart, from Jubilate Agno (‘My Cat Jeoffry‘). One of the more surprising sides to T. S. Eliot is not just his love of cats (he owned many himself with names including George Pushdragon, Noilly Prat, Pettipaws, Tantomile, and Wiscus) but the fact that he wrote a volume of nonsense verses about cats, for his godchildren. Below, then, is our choice of the greatest cat poems we think everyone should read, along with a little about the poem and a link to where it can be read. Here is a humorous poem about cats that you will enjoy reading. “On the Death of a Cat” by Georgina Rosetti. "Perhaps you can write to me." She had a name among the children; She the earth she never knew There is also a challenge for young readers to keep track of how many letter A’s, B’s, C’s, etc. Cats, I never did care for them; Born in Missouri on September 26, 1888, T. S. Eliot is the author of The Waste Land, which is now considered by many to be the most influential poetic work of the twentieth century. For he rolls upon prank to work it in. And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end. No one to depend on but herself. And the plump mouse incessant trots around, Our feline friends reveal a sensory, and even spiritual, world beyond the human. For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. You will see me any morning in the park Reading the comics and the sporting page. down around me. snatched her from the window sill, And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled. But no one loved though someone owned 8. in the soft gray snow. She flattens—then she crawls— “It's a poem of the moment, with almost no revision. with looks intent For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end. This Old Irish poem was written by a monk about his cat, in around the 9th century, and found in a monastery in Austria. There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house. I’m working on collecting cat passages. Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way, There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—. to have stayed away but missing something, Are these ideas right or wrong? Or if you’d rather seek out man’s best friend, you might enjoy these poems about dogs, including Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, Matthew Arnold‘s Geist, and Elizabeth Barrett Browning‘s Flush. Some are serious, others comic, and still others where a cat … Creator Community. I was a midnight cowboy even then. who loved me best. Because you, because you, because you Je serai ta plage [modifier | modifier le wikicode] Ce poème est montré le troisième jour, si le joueur n'a pas écrit trois poèmes pour Natsuki. This poem, from Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, inspired lyrics and characters in the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical Cats. In a beautiful pea-green boat, To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. Among the windings of the violins And the ariettes Of cracked cornets Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own, Capricious monotone That is at least one definite "false note." As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. He is the author of, among others, The Secret Library: A Book-Lovers’ Journey Through Curiosities of History and The Great War, The Waste Land and the Modernist Long Poem. 6. the next day too. Explore our pick of Eliot’s best poems here. 10. Her work is a curious mixture of energy, humour, quirkiness, naivety (false naivety, as Philip Larkin recognised), wisdom, simplicity, and profundity. And sang to a small guitar …. Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage. in the cactus now perhaps I myself can hardly understand. needing not the beach or butterflies Origin. Image (bottom): Edward Lear’s illustration for ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’, via Wikimedia Commons. Yup, a cat purring down my mouth paws on my throat, and it scares the crap out of me when I opened my eyes and saw those marble eyes staring into mine. My poems are a little bit dearer Because you think of me. Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance— Well! down Forty-second Street, The description of ‘giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude’ is a nice description of our aloof feline companions. Table of Contents. Robert Duncan. Still there was no cat. There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. Venturing without the shielding waves to play, that ever gave back love to me. William Carlos Williams? © Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038, Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—. How about the Yeats poem “The Cat and the Moon.”, Good call on the Yeats. You will write, at any rate. Warm marum creeping round their shallow brim; I am pretty sure that the last line was ‘And then he closed my eyes’. waiting for me to come home Old men walk their dogs. As a cat lover I just adore this book. and real-live catnip mice. The cat stepped in the jam pot? and what if she should die some afternoon, Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose; Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand With the smoke coming down above the housetops; Doubtful, for a while Not knowing what to feel or if I understand Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon... Would she not have the advantage, after all? It was a poem about the death of a cat and, as far s I can remember it, it talked about the things that the cat had done, eg climbing trees. Great! She sat there, and I sat here. We grew rich on trust Poor old lady, I think she’ll die! She sights a Bird—she chuckles— Now that I think of it, perhaps this poem is long overdue. And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s. by William Butler Yeats. I had my own love safe at home than the appointed hour. He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. How much it means that I say this to you— Without these friendships—life, what cauchemar!" For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself …. Dictionaire de rimes de plus de 72 000 mots triés et classés par nombre de syllabes - Idéal pour les auteurs de chansons. Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do— With "I have saved this afternoon for you"; And four wax candles in the darkened room, Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid. Cleanse the sleek hide and form the fragrant bed …. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. Short Poem. (They say he cheats at cards. Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks. It literally came out in that free verse, couplet form. In memory of my late fat cat Pashosh. My self-possession gutters; we are really in the dark. "I have been wondering frequently of late (But our beginnings never know our ends!) (Pangur Bán is the name of the monk’s cat.) There is a poem in a triplet’s sisters Woah! My Body, A Barometer. He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake. Why we have not developed into friends." the only human thing It’s a beautiful land with meadows and hills. This rhymed poem of 568 lines describes the valley of the StLawrence, the towns along its banks, and the people who lived there Rechercher une rime en anglais. But that's a useless question. They gasp on shelving banks, our easy prey: Sasha Steensen. was in her sandbox. The Owl looked up to the stars above, An island on an island. "Pangur Bán" is an Old Irish poem, written about the 9th century at or near Reichenau Abbey by an Irish monk about his cat. "And so you are going abroad; and when do you return? and safely saddlebagged Her eyes increase to Balls …. ‘The Galloping Cat’ is a prime example: in this poem, the cat describes its energetic movements as it slips on a banana skin, confronts a foe that isn’t there, and ends up being stroked bald. But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you receive from me? The Perfect Mother. There is a poem in a midnight sky. III The October night comes down; returning as before Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees. Near wells of cream that mortals never skim, And birds of bright voice and plume and flight, "For everybody said so, all our friends, They all were sure our feelings would relate So closely! are in each limerick. There are too many good cat poems out there!). There is a poem in a sun-kissed mountain Yikes! Image (top): Cat beating cymbal, from Walters Art Museum Illuminated Manuscripts, public domain. All the kids loved it. (They say he cheats at cards.). Yeats. And if there is a cat in the house, then you can read aloud this poem to her/him. They made a great racket me the hills I ran We’ve compiled several cat-related posts in the past, including our favourite facts about writers and cats, so thought it was about time we selected some of our favourite poems about cats. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him. "Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the Spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful, after all." This is the perfect book for young readers that will capture their attention and have them laughing along with the limericks and pictures. Cat, Failing. T. S. Eliot, ‘Macavity, the Mystery Cat‘. and yet I stayed out all one night My laughter tired Lillian "So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul Should be resurrected only among friends Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room." For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way. among the avocado plants "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands"; (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks) "You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see." that their feet leave Our many cats participate fully into our daily life and, as A.M.Pietroszek write, I’m never alone in front of my PC… Again she stretch’d, again she bent, “Cat Poem” by Linda Barnes. Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime. the only earth that Sloopy knew Rod McKuen Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. He went away. In feline fitting style we found a new poetry book called “I’m Not Sorry: Poems by Cats” that was just released (March 2018) on Amazon. What list of cat poems would be complete without Edward Lear’s nonsense classic? Man dancing with a cat and pouring tea into a hat from Edward Lear’s More Nonsense book in 1871 (Picture: Getty Images) It is National Limerick Day 2016 – and the jokes are flooding in. Two rooms on Fifty-fifth Street 2. Describing the life of the monk in his study with his cat as his happy companion, ‘Pangur Bán’ has everything for the cat-lover and book-lover. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: ... Krishnaa - I am not really fond of cats but this poem is so endearing and cute that I do not mind caring for a Macavity. It took a genius like Dickinson to convey the way a cat flattens itself before crawling towards its prey, and the way the cat’s ‘eyes increase to Balls’ is, as ever with Dickinson, superbly well put. going off with strangers For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness. Two rooms on Fifty-fifth Street were her domain. Continue your cat-themed literary odyssey with our pick of the best short stories featuring cats, these great quotations from writers about cats, these classic books for cat-lovers, and these fantastic pictures of cats and books. Even though the name of this poem is rather plain, it discusses eventually getting a new cat friend—not as a replacement of the cat that was lost but as a new companion. but in my mind The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea We must leave it now to fate. This poem is written as an ode to a cat named Grimalkin. Source: The Dorling Kindersley Book of Nursery Rhymes (2000) More About this Poem. nobody owned me but a cat named Sloopy. we lived against the world. Like the Pangur Bán poem, Baudelaire’s ‘Cats’ brings scholars and cats together. This is probably the most iconic poem about the loss of a pet. I shall sit here, serving tea to friends..." I take my hat: how can I make a cowardly amends For what she has said to me? Cat Poems. I was able to hit that one note about the dark, how you can go into it and find its meaning if you just sit there long enough and live inside it.” —Stanley Plumly.
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