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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Language</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know a little language of my cat, though Dante says <br>that animals have no need of speech and Nature <br>abhors the superfluous. My cat is fluent. He <br>converses when he wants with me. To speak </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is natural. And whales and wolves I’ve heard <br>in choral soundings of the sea and air <br>know harmony and have an eloquence that stirs <br>my mind and heart—they touch the soul. Here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dante’s religion that would set Man apart <br>damns the effluence of our life from us <br>to build therein its powerhouse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s in his animal communication Man is <br>true, immediate, and <br>in immediacy, Man is all animal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His senses quicken in the thick of the symphony, <br>old circuits of animal rapture and alarm, <br>attentions and arousals in which an identity rearrives. <br>He hears <br>particular voices among <br>the concert, the slightest <br>rustle in the undertones, <br>rehearsing a nervous aptitude <br>yet to prove his. He sees the flick <br>of significant red within the rushing mass <br>of ruddy wilderness and catches the glow <br>of a green shirt <br>to delite him in a glowing field of green <br>—it speaks to him— <br>and in the arc of the spectrum color <br>speaks to color. <br>The rainbow articulates <br>a promise he remembers <br>he but imitates <br>in noises that he makes, <br>this speech in every sense <br>the world surrounding him. <br>He picks up on the fugitive tang of mace <br>amidst the savory mass, <br>and taste in evolution is an everlasting key. <br>There is a pun of scents in what makes sense. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Myrrh it may have been, <br>the odor of the announcement that filld the house. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wakes from deepest sleep <br>upon a distant signal and waits <br>as if crouching, springs to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Duncan">Robert Duncan</a><div class=q>
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that animals have no need of speech and Nature 
abhors the superfluous. My cat is fluent. He 
converses when he wants with me. To speak 

is natural. And whales and wolves I’ve heard 
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