Nobody
gave it a name
They called–it was deaf, it did not hear
The murmuring of a cat
Is both its thinking
And
Its hearing
I’m writing
This
Which is
My murmuring
One who hears
Wouldn’t write this
Wake up
It was a cat who wrote this.
translated by Ayşe Banu Karadağ
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What language was this written in Leonard? The subject is universal of course, but you’ve aroused my curiosity.
This was in Turkish, John.
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