Cat And The Moon

 

 

June 13^th was the birthday of William Butler Yeats (1895-1939)

You can probably guess why the following is one of my favorites from this poet:

 

Cat and the Moon (1919)

 

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.