Post by Whisker on May 13, 2021 3:40:41 GMT
I was curious about if anyone else had specific poems that they were attached to because they had some relevance to their kintypes. I'm fond of poetry for the most part, so I figured I'd make a topic to see others' contributions.
I have two favorites that I primarily connect to due to being a cat, these being The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats and Fog by Carl Sandburg. We may change our name on every nonhuman-related forum we're on, but we keep the similarity of having snippets of these poems somewhere on our profiles on most of them... Not much use changing our name then, you could say, but oh well.
I've included them in spoilers below for ease of reading:
I have two favorites that I primarily connect to due to being a cat, these being The Cat and the Moon by W. B. Yeats and Fog by Carl Sandburg. We may change our name on every nonhuman-related forum we're on, but we keep the similarity of having snippets of these poems somewhere on our profiles on most of them... Not much use changing our name then, you could say, but oh well.
I've included them in spoilers below for ease of reading:
{The Cat and the Moon}
The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
{Fog}
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.