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- From: daj8m@poe.acc.Virginia.EDU (Deirdre A. Johnson)
- Subject: 1 Black cat name, 2 Irish poems & a book recommendation
- Message-ID: <1992Nov16.171017.20198@murdoch.acc.Virginia.EDU>
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- Organization: University of Virginia
- Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1992 17:10:17 GMT
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- Hi, everyone! I hope my header isn't confusing - The thread about
- black kitten names made me remember a poem by Yeats, which I thought
- you might enjoy if you don't already know it. And I thought while
- I was at it, I'd post another Irish poem, written by a monk in the
- ninth century, in the margin of the manuscript he was "really" writing,
- as a tribute to his cat. I got the second poem out of a book my sister
- gave me for my birthday, and, since it makes a great present for
- cat-lovers, I thought I'd tell you how to get hold of it at the end
- of my post. So, here goes (hope this isn't too long)
-
- 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, wonder 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.
- -W. B. Yeats
-
- Pangur Bawn
-
- Me and Pangur Bawn my cat
- Each has his aspiration;
- Pangur's mind is set on mice
- And mine on education.
-
- More than any fame I love
- My books, pursuing learning;
- Nor does my friend envy me-
- Mice are Pangur's yearning.
-
- In our cell and all alone,
- Both of us have endless fun;
- Nobody is ever bored,
- Skillfully the work gets done.
-
- Often, with a furious pounce,
- In his net he snares a mouse;
- I, too, net, with mind intent
- Philosophic argument.
-
- Eagerly he'll watch the wall,
- His beady bright eye burning;
- I fix mine, weak as it is,
- On the light of learning.
-
- Joyfully he'll dash about,
- A mouse caught in his sure claws;
- I am every bit as pleased,
- Skewering obscure laws.
-
- Happily we spend long hours,
- Pangur Bawn, my cat and I;
- Each of us loves what he does,
- Peacefully time passes by.
-
- The work Pangur does each day,
- For a cat is fit and right;
- So it goes with my work too,
- Bringing darkness up to light.
-
- -Anon., 9th century
- Translated from the Old Irish by Malachi McCormick
-
- This poem is in "Other Cats", a small (3" by 4.5") handmade boxed set of
- cat poems and stories from all over the world, put out by the Stone Street
- Press. Their address is: The Stone Street Press, 1 Stone St., S.1.,
- N.Y. 10304 USA
- Telephone: (212) 447-1436.
-
- -That's it for this post. I hope you enjoyed the poems!
-
- -Deirdre at Virginia (daj8m@virginia.edu)
-