Cat Poetry

[Anonymous No.15738616]

'Come, my fine cat, to my amorous heart;
Please let your claws be concealed.
And let me plunge into your beautiful eyes,
Coalescence of agate and steel.

When my leisurely fingers are stroking your head
And your body's elasticity,
And my hand becomes drunk with the pleasure it finds
In the feel of electricity,

My woman comes into my mind. Her regard
Like your own, my agreeable beast,
Is deep and is cold, and it splits like a spear,

And, from her head to her feet,
A subtle and dangerous air of perfume
Floats always around her brown skin.'


Aww, that's nice. Any other good poems about cats? I've read the one that Halina Poświatowska wrote, in the original language that time round, and really liked that one too.

[Anonymous No.15738647]

Bounce the Ball still
Softly round it on all sides
The Goal is in each Kits Eye
The Ball fixes each eye open
It roles to each paw's love
Bounced home, where it hides

- Louis Wain

[Anonymous No.15738664]

>>15738616
There are two other cat poems in Flowers of Evil alone. This one, titled "Cats":
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They are alike, prim scholar and perfervid lover:
When comes the season of decay, they both decide
Upon sweet, husky cats to be the household pride;
Cats choose, like them, to sit, and like them, shudder.

Like partisans of carnal dalliance and science,
They search for silence and the shadowings of dread;
Hell well might harness them as horses for the dead,
If it could bend their native proudness in compliance.

In reverie they emulate the noble mood
Of giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude
Who seem to slumber in a never-ending dream;

Within their fertile loins a sparkling magic lies;
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam,
Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

And that one, titled "The cat" (just like the one in your OP, they have the same title but appear at different places in the collection):

[Anonymous No.15738667]

>>15738664
I

In my brain there walks about,
As though he were in his own home,
A lovely cat, strong, sweet, charming.
When he mews, one scarcely hears him,

His tone is so discreet and soft;
But purring or growling, his voice
Is always deep and rich;
That is his charm and secret.

That voice forms into drops, trickles
Into the depths of my being,
Fills me like harmonious verse
And gladdens me like a philtre.

It lulls to sleep the sharpest pains,
Contains all ecstasies;
To say the longest sentences,
It has no need of words,

No, there's no bow that plays upon
My heart, that perfect instrument,
And makes its most vibrant chord
Sing more gloriously

Than your voice, mysterious cat,
Seraphic cat, singular cat,
In whom, as in angels, all is
As subtle as harmonious!

II

From his brown and yellow fur
Comes such sweet fragrance that one night
I was perfumed with it because
I caressed him once, once only.

A familiar figure in the place,
He presides, judges, inspires
Everything within his province;
Perhaps he is a fay, a god?

When my gaze, drawn as by a magnet,
Turns in a docile way
Toward that cat whom I love,
And when I look within myself,

I see with amazement
The fire of his pale pupils,
Clear signal-lights, living opals,
That contemplate me fixedly.

(had to cut the post in two because apparently there are too many lines)

[Anonymous No.15738705]

TS Eliot wrote a whole book about cats.

[Anonymous No.15738715]

>>15738705
That was Yeats, you fucking faggot pseud.

[Anonymous No.15739810]

>>15738715
nah it was Eliot

[Anonymous No.15739841]

>>15738616

[Anonymous No.15741371]

>>15738616
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3S_Jk3RNxfs