Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT, by EDITH SITWELL Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: His kind velvet bonnet Last Line: With nobody to care. Subject(s): Animals; Cats | ||||||||
HIS kind velvet bonnet Warmly lies upon My weary lap, and on it My tears run. The black and furry fire Sinks low, and like the dire Sound of charring coal, the black Cat's whirring back. On the bare bough A few blue threadbare leaves, A few blue plaided leaves grow Like mornings and like eves. Scotch bonnet, bonny, Lying on my gown, The fire was once, hey nonny, A battlemented town; And every morn I build Those steep castles there, And every night they're ruined Like the boughs bare. And nothing doth remain, Kind bonny, but my pain, And night and morn, like boughs they're bare, With nobody to care. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB THE LONELY MAN by RANDALL JARRELL IN SEVERAL COLORS by JANE KENYON OPENING HER JEWEL BOX by WILLIAM MATTHEWS HAZARD FACES A SUNDAY IN THE DECLINE by WILLIAM MEREDITH AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL |
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