How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
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The sleep patern and the life style traits of cat had fascinated the poet so much that he dreams of getting into slumber in the same way. A great poem deserving modern poem of the Day.
.........with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams.. Really a passionate desire
This translation is marvelous. AyudarÃa si escribese la traducÃon en inglesia. I love the Spanish language and Pablo Neruda and Federico Garcia Lorca were the voice of the underground and truth, la verdad! ! Give the power to the Friday for Future and revamp the hippy movement and stop pollution and waste of good thought!
Interesting poem. Imagination flows deeper and deeper and expresses itself in wider thoughts.
" With the dry of fire" ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
One of the best wonderful poems by Pablo Neruda............................
how the night flowed through it like dark water; and at times, it was going to fall or possibly plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts. Sometimes it grew so much in sleep like a tiger's great-grandfather, great writings great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++x1000000
control the obscurity of our slumbering prowess with your relentless heart and the great ruff of your tail.............yet so ecstatic write that flows through ingenuity, words become wordless as the cat measure`s its sport of entry by its majestic mustache, superb portrayal making wide and open by claws of contents, ,
my share pablo; from the alleyway two the cats in earsplitting ecstasy/orgaism
what does he mean by 'with all the fur of time'?