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Wallace Stevens - A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts

The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur—

There was the cat slopping its milk all day,
Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
And August the most peaceful month.

To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
Without that monument of cat, 
The cat forgotten on the moon;

And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;

Then there is nothing to think of. It comes of it-
And east rushes west and west rushes down,
No matter. The grass is full

And full of yourself. The trees around are for you,
The whole of the wideness of night is for you,
A self that touches all edges,

You become a self that fills the four corners of 
The red cat hides away in the fur-light
And there you are humped high, humped up,

You are humped higher and higher, black as 
You sit with your head like a carving in space
And the little green cat is a bug in the grass.

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Poet: Wallace Stevens
Poem: A Rabbit As King Of The Ghosts
Poem of the Day: May 21 2005

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Comment 6 of 8, added on December 4th, 2007 at 8:33 PM.

Very nice imagery,but either Stevens didn't own a cat, or didn't pay much attention to it. The night is prime hunting time. I live on an old farm in the woods with a 16 year old cat that can still take down rabbits, squirrels, and mice and moles by the hundreds, and she often does it at night. look at a cat's eyes sometime in the evening, their pupils are gigantic- Great for night vision. If Stevens was trying to pass along a pastoral image of safety shrouded in the coming dark, he needs to take a closer look at the cats eyes.

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