Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962 / Birkenhead, England)

Cats - Poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned

To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.

They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn

To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.



Submitted by Stephen Fryer


Comments about Cats by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

  • Gold Star - 19,346 Points Kim Barney (4/14/2015 3:53:00 PM)

    Ha! I love the lines
    WILL NOT LEARN TO ANSWER TO THEIR NAMES
    and
    ARE SELDOM TRULY OWNED TILL SHOT OR SKINNED
    So true! As I said in my own cats poem, we don't own them; they own us. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,531 Points Kenneth Maswabi (4/14/2015 7:09:00 AM)

    A very intelligent piece of poetry.Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 31,725 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (6/26/2014 9:54:00 AM)

    It feels as a beautiful poem with nice words and rhythm. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andrea Field (8/15/2007 3:50:00 AM)

    It was an absolute joy to re-discover this poem after many years. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 8 Points Roger Kibble (8/13/2006 10:23:00 PM)

    A perfect poem. Such skill, such perception, such metaphor. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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