“The fireflies court in
the sweetgum tree.
The nightjar calls from the pine,
And she seems to say in her rhapsody,
‘Oh, mustard-brown Fred, be mine!’
The full moon lights my whiskers afire,
And the fur goes erect on my spine.”—American poet, critic, translator, and essayist Dana Gioia, “Alley Cat Love Song," from Interrogations at Noon (2001)
The accompanying image of
Dana Gioia was taken Sept. 4, 2015, by Star Black.
(Thanks to my college
friend Greg for inspiring me to look up more work by this talented poet.)
The nightjar calls from the pine,
And she seems to say in her rhapsody,
‘Oh, mustard-brown Fred, be mine!’
The full moon lights my whiskers afire,
And the fur goes erect on my spine.”—American poet, critic, translator, and essayist Dana Gioia, “Alley Cat Love Song," from Interrogations at Noon (2001)
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