I must have been living under a rock all these years. It completely escaped me that Ted Hughes (Poet Laureate of England; 1930-1998) wrote a number of cat poems. They are difficult to find online, but the bits I've found are sensible, sympathetic, likeable. I really didn't expect that, not from someone with such an amount of tragedy in his life (and Sylvia Plath - how tiresome to have that constantly color one's work). For example, right now nothing could be truer than the first few words of "The Cat":
You need your Cat.
When you slump down
All tired and flat
With too much town . . .
But I can't find precisely in which of his books this poem first appeared, though it's in the 2005
Ted Hughes: Collected Poems for Children. Perhaps 2002's
The Cat and the Cuckoo?
Too many people
Telling you what
You just must do
And what you must not. . .
And I must tell you to visit
here for the entire poem. Meanwhile, I need a cat.
4 comments:
I couldn't agree more about Cats, and also about Sylvia Plath.
heh heh.
We cats have inspired many humans in the history of the world.
Feline World Domination Power!!!
PS: Happy New Year ;)
Happy New Year Anita! It's so nice to see you here.
...Katnip Lounge, what a pleasure to see someone likeminded!
Yes, it's a good thing to have a cat. We three (and spirit cat Kelly) make sure our human staff never forgets this fact.
Meanwhile, what's a museum without a cat? You don't want mice, do you?
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