A Wrong Attitude Toward Nature Implies, Somewhere,

Poetry Is Not An Assertion Of Truth, But The Making Of That Truth More Fully Real To Us.

You Have Learned Enough To See That Cats Are Much Like You And Me.

With Cats, Some Say, One Rule Is True: Don’t Speak Till You Are Spoken To. Myself, I Do Not Hold With That — I Say, You Should Ad-dress A Cat. But Always Keep In Mind That He Resents Familiarity. I Bow, And Taking Off My Hat, Ad-dress Him In This Form: O Cat! But If He Is The Cat Next Door, Whom I Have Often Met Before (he Comes To See Me In My Flat) I Greet Him With An Oopsa Cat! I Think I've Heard Them Call Him James — But We've Not Got So Far As Names.

I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley Where The Dead Men Lost Their Bones.

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.