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Ode To The Cat
+ +The animals were imperfect,
+ long-tailed,
+ unfortunate in their heads.
+ Little by little they
+ put themselves together,
+ making themselves a landscape,
+ acquiring spots, grace, flight.
+ The cat,
+ only the cat
+ appeared complete and proud:
+ he was born completely finished,
+ walking alone and knowing what he wanted.
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+ Man wants to be fish or fowl,
+ the snake would like to have wings
+ the dog is a disoriented lion,
+ the engineer would like to be a poet,
+ the fly studies to be a swift,
+ the poet tries to imitate the fly,
+ but the cat
+ only wants to be a cat
+ and any cat is a cat
+ from his whiskers to his tail,
+ from his hopeful vision of a rat
+ to the real thing,
+ from the night to his golden eyes.
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+ There is no unity
+ like him,
+ the moon and the flower
+ do not have such context:
+ he is just one thing
+ like the sun or the topaz,
+ and the elastic line of his contours
+ is firm and subtle like
+ the line of a ship's prow.
+ His yellow eyes
+ have just one
+ groove
+ to coin the gold of night time.
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+ Oh little
+ emperor without a sphere of influence
+ conqueror without a country,
+ smallest living-room tiger, nuptial
+ sultan of the sky,
+ of the erotic roof-tiles,
+ the wind of love
+ in the storm
+ you claim
+ when you pass
+ and place
+ four delicate feet
+ on the ground,
+ smelling,
+ distrusting
+ all that is terrestrial,
+ because everything
+ is too unclean
+ for the immaculate foot of the cat.
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+ Oh independent wild beast
+ of the house
+ arrogant
+ vestige of the night,
+ lazy, gymnastic
+ and alien,
+ very deep cat,
+ secret policeman
+ of bedrooms,
+ insignia
+ of a
+ disappeared velvet,
+ surely there is no
+ enigma
+ in your manner,
+ perhaps you are not a mystery,
+ everyone knows of you
+ and you belong
+ to the least mysterious inhabitant,
+ perhaps everyone believes it,
+ everyone believes himself the owner,
+ proprietor,
+ uncle
+ of a cat,
+ companion,
+ colleague,
+ disciple
+ or friend
+ of his cat.
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+ Not me.
+ I do not subscribe.
+ I do not know the cat.
+ I know it all, life and its archipelago,
+ the sea and the incalculable city,
+ botany,
+ the gyneceum and its frenzies,
+ the plus and the minus of mathematics,
+ the volcanic frauds of the world,
+ the unreal shell of the crocodile,
+ the unknown kindness of the fireman,
+ the blue atavism of the priest,
+ but I cannot decipher a cat.
+ My reason slips on his indifference,
+ his eyes have golden numbers.
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