Guest poem sent in by Aseem Kaul
It's so incredibly simple isn't it. There's a cat. It moves from point A to point B. That's all. But Williams captures the instinctive soft-footedness of that movement so well. The first time I read this poem, I BRISTLED with excitement, literally. The words themselves so sleekly feline, and the last paragraph leaping down on to the page so nimbly that just reading the words, just hearing the sound of them, you can see the cat moving. One of my favourite Williams. Aseem Links: poem #83 for a biography of Williams and what is probably his best known poem.