Wallace Stevens - A Rabbit as King of the Ghosts lyrics

The difficulty to think at the end of day
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur-

There was the cat slopping it's milk all day
Fat cat, red tongue, green mind, white milk
And August the most peaceful month

To be, in the grass
In the peacefullest time
Without that monument of cat
The cat forgotten on the moon

And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained

Then there is nothing to think
Of it comes of it'self
And east rushes west and west rushes down
No matter the grass is full

And full of yourself the trees
Around are for you
The whole of the wideness of
Night is for you
A self that touches all edges

You become a self that fills
The four corners of night
The red cat hides away in the fur-light
And there you are humped high, humped up

You are humped higher and higher
Black as stone- you sit with your head like
A carving in space
And the little green cat is
A bug in the grass