Night falls, soothing to lascivious old men My cat, Murr, hunched like some heraldic sphinx, Uneasily surveys, from his fantastic eyeball, The gradual ascent of the chlorotic moon. The hour of children's prayers, when whoring Paris Hurls on to the pavement of every boulevard Her cold-breasted girls, who wander with searching Animal eyes under the pale street lights. With my cat, Murr, I meditate at my window, I think of the newborn everywhere; I think of the dead who were buried today. I imagine myself within the cemetery, Entering the tombs, going in place Of those who will spend their first night there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |