Cat! who has pass'd thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? How many tit-bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green, and
prick
Those velvet ears - but prythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and tell me all thy frays,
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick;
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists, -
For all the wheezy asthma - and for all
Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is thy fur as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.
For all the wheezy asthma - and for all Thy tail's tip is nick'd off - and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, Still is thy fur as when the lists In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.. what a wonderful poem of Keats.. ton
i like cats, this displays good knowledge of cats 'thy talons in me' yeah my cat claws at me all the time too bro. you are retroactively not alone :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute drop! ! Loved the way the story has been told.