Saturday, April 19, 2014

The Game Enforces Smirks; but We Have Seen the Moon in Lonely Alleys Make a Grail of Laughter of an Empty Ash Can, and Through All Sound of Gaiety and Quest Have Heard a Kitten in the Wilderness


Hart Crane

We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.

We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
And what surprise!

And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.

The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.


  1. "a famished kitten on the steps" -

    and also, from my own experience -

    it was a sunday night in january in the late twentieth century, and our cat drew our attention to the sound of kittens crying right outside

    when i opened the door, two little kittens ran in and immediately went to his food dish in the kitchen

    then they went straight to the litter box

    they were long-haired, black and white, and sort of dirty, so we washed them in the bathroom sink

    we gave away one, but the other is beside me as I type - now she is the best cat in the house

  2. so have you now been given sound advice, not by the ok not lot , on if you and L. are out of the woods ..of able to be with nap' to nap .. . in his kept ?