The naming of cats is a difficult matter
Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.