National Poetry Month has come and gone. It's time to sit back a little, and let our minds rest from the challenges we set up for ourselves last month. So, for today, I'm going to share a favorite cat poem:
The Cat As Cat
by Denise Levertov
The cat on my bosom
sleeping and purring
is a metaphor only if I
force him to be one,
looking too long in his pale, fond,
dilating, contracting eyes
that reject mirrors, refuse
to observe what bides
flex and reflex of claws
gently pricking through sweater to skin
gently sustains their own tune
not mine. I-Thou, cat, I-Thou.
fur-petalled chrysanthemum Fabulous image, don't you agree?
If you'd like to leave the title of one of your favorites, please do so in the comments. I'm always curious about what others find appealing.
This weekend I'm trying something new. I'm heading out to a writers' retreat, but, instead of going to the retreat as a children's writer, I'm attending as a poet. I'm petrified! I've never workshopped my poems and I can't imagine what it'll be like. Wish me luck, or at least that I return Sunday night all in one piece. As I told a friend, workshop puts me in mind of chop-shop!
Before I go I hope to be able to spend a little time at the Poetry Friday Round-Up, which is being hosted this week by Elizabeth Steinglass.