See the kitten on the wall sporting with the leaves that fall,
Withered leaves - one - two - three - from the lofty elder tree!
- But the kitten how she starts crouches, stretches, paws and darts!
First at one and then its fellow; just as light and just as mellow.
There are many now - now one - now they stop and there are none.What intenseness of desire in her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey,
Lets it go as fast, and then has it in her power again.
Now she works with three or four, like an Indian conjurer;
Quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteOh I say - I don't recall ever reading that particular Wordsworth before - THANK YOU!!! YAM xx
It was a new one on me too but I thought it really told the story of a playful kitten, and you are very welcome. xx
DeleteIt is beautiful. And very true. And like Yam, not a Wordsworth I knew. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI found it quite delighful. I am sure there are many other Wordsworth poems we've not yet discovered.
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