I Said To My Soul, Be Still,

The Yellow Fog That Rubs Its Back Upon The Window-panes The Yellow Smoke That Rubs Its Muzzle On The Window-panes Licked Its Tongue Into The Corners Of The Evening Lingered Upon The Pools That Stand In Drains Let Fall Upon Its Back The Soot That Falls From Chimneys Slipped By The Terrace, Made A Sudden Leap And Seeing That It Was A Soft October Night Curled Once About The House, And Fell Asleep

In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.

A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything)

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.

I Am Glad You Have A Cat, But I Do Not Believe It Is So Remarkable A Cat As My Cat.