Love T.S. Eliot. Just right for a windy night… Bette A. Stevens
- The Addressing of Cats, poem by T.S. Eliot (4writersandreaders.com)
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium…
Editor’s Note: “As a madman shakes a dead geranium” — what a stunning line! T.S. Eliot never ceases to amaze…
Read “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” in its entirety at poets.org.
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