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Three Poems

Three Poems L A M T H I M Y D A ca t in t he w ind ow Often, late at night, when life feels heavy I think of poetry, light, almost weightless When I cannot sleep, I lie down in silence And think of other people, other days Suddenly a cat appears in the window Green eyes staring out like green stars He sits in the window, silent as a statue Carved against the shining starry sky Once again, I love this life without limit No longer worried and sad, I'm light and free Through the window, the cat looks out at the sky Looks out, like the clearest, gentlest poem cr ic ket son g Please let me go through life as a cricket Singing a tiny song in the tender grass Opening my eyes to shining dewdrops My words ringing like little bells Sunbeams gather bell-sounds in the grass I gather myself in my nest, waiting for night Sincere, I sing my timeless song Burrowing in my peaceful green carpet Don't capture me, don't capture me, my friend I don't want to be heroic, I don't want glory People have forced me to charge ahead http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Three Poems

Manoa , Volume 14 (1) – Apr 1, 2002

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Abstract

L A M T H I M Y D A ca t in t he w ind ow Often, late at night, when life feels heavy I think of poetry, light, almost weightless When I cannot sleep, I lie down in silence And think of other people, other days Suddenly a cat appears in the window Green eyes staring out like green stars He sits in the window, silent as a statue Carved against the shining starry sky Once again, I love this life without limit No longer worried and sad, I'm light and free Through the window, the cat looks out at the sky Looks out, like the clearest, gentlest poem cr ic ket son g Please let me go through life as a cricket Singing a tiny song in the tender grass Opening my eyes to shining dewdrops My words ringing like little bells Sunbeams gather bell-sounds in the grass I gather myself in my nest, waiting for night Sincere, I sing my timeless song Burrowing in my peaceful green carpet Don't capture me, don't capture me, my friend I don't want to be heroic, I don't want glory People have forced me to charge ahead

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Apr 1, 2002

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