How neatly a cat sleeps,
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger's great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless HEART
And the great ruff of your tail.
By Pablo Neruda
 
need to go back to bed again,only one more hour to sleep..would be hard to get up , I wish I can get ready to go to work now but too early then,,,,it gotta be a very long day for me...12 hours .but work hard for a few days and have a few days off isn't bad at all 
Honestly this is an early post,not expecting comment.
only for reading but if you have any thing to say regarding this poem(Cat/s dream ),you're welcome  thannk you for reading and have a beautiful Sunday
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sweetxy
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Sep 20 @ 5:13AM
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Love
By Pablo Neruda
You can find his poems everywhere online but read because you love to read them.
What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.
What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.
And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?
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PrettyGreenEyes578
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Sep 20 @ 9:57AM
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Thank-you for sharing Pablo Neruda's poems.
The one about the cat reminds me of the only kitty I have left. She sleeps curled up and content with her beautiful tail almost covering both eyes. Every once in awhile I can see her peeking at me through her tail with one eye. Just precious.
Have a blessed day, My Friend.
Hopefully, an easy shift at work and plenty of rest on your days off.
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butterfly943
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Sep 20 @ 11:51AM
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I love his poems but I love most all poems 
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mystery2u888
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Sep 20 @ 1:06PM
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Hey gf glad to see this blog.........and you know why 
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sweetxy
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Sep 20 @ 9:55PM
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you know why 
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