How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings--
a series of burnt circles--
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams. (Pablo Neruda, "Cat's Dream")
Comments
Things That Bang, with a picture of a, ah cat, may deliver unintended mind pictures.
-temple
Posted by: Temple Stark | September 24, 2007 11:57 AM
Really? Like what coz I wouldn't know. Cats don't bang ..they ...ummmm....er ..more or less hump or get humped.
Posted by: Deepti Lamba | September 24, 2007 08:56 PM