Saturday, April 30, 2011

Umberto Saba | The Cat

Your little cat' gotten skinny.
It's only troyble is love.
Trouble your own devotion inspires.

Don't  you feel her anxious tenderness?
Don't you hear her purr like a heart
Under your heart?
To my eyes she's perfect
Like you, your savage cat,
but like you a girl
And a lover who's always hunting,
Restlessly roaming here and there,

About whomever says, "she's crazy".

She's a girl like you.

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