Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Cat and the Moon

Karel Appel, Cat
Herning Kunstmuseum

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.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

photo Herning Kunstmuseum 2004: grethe bachmann


Teresa Evangeline said...

I love this poem, the power of the cat just in his Being. "The nearest kin of the moon," and his "changing eyes." Very nice.

Thyra said...

Yes! and important and wise, that's a cat - and he/she knows. `)

Joan said...

Lovely thank you Thyra. Yeats is a favourite of mine.

Thyra said...

Hello Joan. Keats is also one of my favorites.
Grethe `)