正文 Cats Dream

Cats Dream

How ly a cat sleeps,

sleeps with its paws and its posture,

sleeps with its wicked claws,

and with its unfeeling blood,

sleeps with all the rings--

a series of burnt circles--

which have formed the odd geology

of its sand-colored tail.

I should like to sleep like a cat,

with all the fur of time,

with a tongue rough as flint,

with the dry sex of fire;

and after speaking to no one,

stretch myself over the world,

over roofs and landscapes,

with a passionate desire

to hunt the rats in my dreams.

I have seen how the cat asleep

would undulate, how the night

flowed through it like dark water;

and at times, it was going to fall

or possibly pluo

the bare deserted snowdrifts.

Sometimes it grew so mu sleep

like a tigers great-grandfather,

and would leap in the darkness over

rooftops, clouds and voloes.

Sleep, sleep cat of the night,

with episcopal ceremony

and your stone-carved moustache.

Take care of all our dreams;

trol the obscurity

of our slumbering prowess

with your relentless heart

and the great ruff of your tail.

Translated by Alastair Reid

Submitted by Jen

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