thE nIght Of thE cAt / from prEcIOUs mI fEI On cAtUrdAy by David Cardona -a nOn flAsh tAkEs serie-

thE nIght Of thE cAt

from
prEcIOUs mI fEI On cAtUrdAy
a nOn flAsh tAkEs single

by
David Cardona
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A trIbUtE tO:

mI fEI thE cAt -the most beautiful friend in the world-
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lE chAt
Charles Baudelaire
1821-1867

Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux;
Retiens les griffes de ta patte,
Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux,
Mêlés de métal et d'agate.

Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir
Ta tête et ton dos élastique,
Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps électrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit.
Son regard,Comme le tien, aimable bête
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,

Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,
Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
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thE cAt

Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart;
Hold back the talons of your paws,
Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes
Of metal and agate.

When my fingers leisurely caress you,
Your head and your elastic back,
And when my hand tingles with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,

In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze
Like your own, amiable beast,
Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart,

And, from her head down to her feet,
A subtle air, a dangerous perfume
Floats about her dusky body.


Translation by:
William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
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thE cAt

Come, my fine cat, against my loving heart;
Sheathe your sharp claws, and settle.
And let my eyes into your pupils dart
Where agate sparks with metal.

Now while my fingertips caress at leisure
Your head and wiry curves,
And that my hand's elated with the pleasure
Of your electric nerves,

I think about my woman — how her glances
Like yours, dear beast, deep-down
And cold, can cut and wound one as with lances;

Then, too, she has that vagrant
And subtle air of danger that makes fragrant
Her body, lithe and brown.


Translation by:
Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
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thE cAt

My beautiful cat, come onto my heart full of love;
Hold back the claws of your paw,
And let me plunge into your adorable eyes
Mixed with metal and agate.

When my fingers lazily fondle
Your head and your elastic back,
And my hand gets drunk with the pleasure
Of feeling your electric body,

I see in spirit my personal lady. Her glance,
Like yours, dear creature,
Deep and cold, slits and splits like a dart,

And from her feet to her head,
A subtle atmosphere, a dangerous perfume,
Swim around her brown body.

Translation by:
Geoffrey Wagner, Selected Poems of Charles Baudelaire (NY: Grove Press, 1974)
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El gAtO

Ven, mi hermoso gato, cabe mi corazón amoroso;
retén las garras de tu pata,
y déjame sumergir en tus bellos ojos,
mezclados de metal y de ágata.

Cuando mis dedos acarician complacidos
tu cabeza y tu lomo elástico,
y mi mano se embriaga con el placer
de palpar tu cuerpo eléctrico,

veo a mi mujer en espíritu.
Su mirada,como la tuya, amable bestia,
profunda y fría, corta y hiende como un dardo,

y, de los pies hasta la cabeza,
un aire sutil, un peligroso perfume,
flotan alrededor de su cuerpo moreno.

Charles Baudelaire
- Le Chat -
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Tori Amos Live 1991 - Year Of The Cat

A pOwErfUl pIAnO In thE dArk
Before she was famous, Tori Amos accompanied Al Stewart on piano at the Royal Festival Hall on April 24th 1991, during his song "Year of the Cat."

EnjOy It!
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EAch cAt hAs A drOp Of tIgEr

Pessoa
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French and spanish versions were taken from:

http://poemasenfrances.blogspot.com/2006/04/charles-baudelaire-le-chat.html

English versions were taken from:

http://fleursdumal.org/poem/132
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