How tender the heart
That solely cries out
For the death-trapped mouse
Restores it to health
How tender the heart
That scolds his friend cat
For killing the mouse
Despite its nature
How tender the heart...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aahhhh..Richard. You jolted some Kerouac memories. There's Faust (the black cat) , the symbol that creeps through several of his works....the way the unshakable shadow prowls, tags along with the person (persona) . Great addition to the Kerouac series.
M.J., thanks for your invaluable feedback! It's given me some more ideas for future poems for this series. The more, the better! ! !