Robert Graves was a historian, poet, and student of mythology. He combined these latter interests in his poem "Cat-Goddesses". Here are some charming lines he wrote:
A perverse habit of cat-goddesses...
...is to yield themselves
In verisimilar love-ecstasies
To tatter-eared and slinking alley-toms
No less below the common run of cats
Than they above it...
...Not the least abashed
By such gross-headed, rabbit-colored litters
As soon they shall be happy to desert.
December 7, 1985 is the day Graves died. The full text of "Cat-Goddesses" is here
...is to yield themselves
In verisimilar love-ecstasies
To tatter-eared and slinking alley-toms
No less below the common run of cats
Than they above it...
...Not the least abashed
By such gross-headed, rabbit-colored litters
As soon they shall be happy to desert.
December 7, 1985 is the day Graves died. The full text of "Cat-Goddesses" is here
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