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lirik lagu edward hirsch - wild gratitude

tonight when i knelt down next to our cat, zooey
and put my fingers into her clean cat’s mouth
and rubbed her swollen belly that will never know kittens
and watched her wriggle onto her side, pawing the air
and listened to her solemn little squeals of delight
i was thinking about the poet, christopher smart
who wanted to kneel down and pray without ceasing
in every one of the splintered london streets

and was locked away in the madhouse at st. luke’s
with his sad religious mania, and his wild gratitude
and his grave prayers for the other lunatics
and his great love for his speckled cat, jeoffry
all day today—august 13, 1983—i remembered how
christopher smart blessed this same day in august, 1759
for its calm bravery and ordinary good conscience

this was the day that he blessed the postmaster general
“and all conveyancers of letters” for their warm humanity
and the gardeners for their private benevolence
and intricate knowledge of the language of flowers
and the milkmen for their universal human kindness
this morning i understood that he loved to hear—
as i have heard—the soft clink of milk bottles
on the rickety stairs in the early morning
and how terrible it must have seemed
when even this small pleasure was denied him
but it wasn’t until tonight when i knelt down
and slipped my hand into zooey’s waggling mouth
that i remembered how he’d called jeoffry “the servant
of the living god duly and daily serving him,”
and for the first time understood what it meant
because it wasn’t until i saw my own cat

whine and roll over on her fluffy back
that i realized how gratefully he had watched
jeoffry fetch and carry his wooden cork
across the grass in the wet garden, patiently
jumping over a high stick, calmly sharpening
his claws on the woodpile, rubbing his nose
against the nose of another cat, stretching, or
slowly stalking his traditional enemy, the mouse
a rodent, “a creature of great personal valour,”
and then dallying so much that his enemy escaped

and only then did i understand
it is jeoffry—and every creature like him—
who can teach us how to praise—purring
in their own language
wreathing themselves in the living fire

- lirik lagu edward hirsch

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