Dolly Varden
02-25-2006, 10:10 PM
The Bat
Lightless, unholy, eldrich thing,
Whose murky and erratic wing
Swoops so sickeningly, and whose
Aspect to the female Muse
Is a demon’s, made of stuff
Like tattered, sooty waterproof,
Looking dirty, clammy, cold,
Wicked, poisonous and old:
I have maligned thee!...For the cat
Lately caught a little bat,
Seized it softly, bore it in.
On the carpet, dark as sin
In the lamplight, painfully
It limped about, and could not fly.
Even fear must yield to love,
And pity makes the depths to move,
Though sick with horror, I must stoop,
Grasp it gently, take it up,
To carry it, and place it where
It could resume the twilight air.
Strange revelation! Warm as milk,
Clean as a flower, smooth as silk!
O what a piteous face appears,
What great fine thin translucent ears!
What a chestnut down and crêpey wings,
Finer, than any ladies’ things —
And O a little one that clings!
Warm, clean and lovely, though not fair,
And burdened with a mother’s care:
Go hunt the hurtful fly, and bear
My blessing to your kind in air.
—Ruth Pitter, 1897
Lightless, unholy, eldrich thing,
Whose murky and erratic wing
Swoops so sickeningly, and whose
Aspect to the female Muse
Is a demon’s, made of stuff
Like tattered, sooty waterproof,
Looking dirty, clammy, cold,
Wicked, poisonous and old:
I have maligned thee!...For the cat
Lately caught a little bat,
Seized it softly, bore it in.
On the carpet, dark as sin
In the lamplight, painfully
It limped about, and could not fly.
Even fear must yield to love,
And pity makes the depths to move,
Though sick with horror, I must stoop,
Grasp it gently, take it up,
To carry it, and place it where
It could resume the twilight air.
Strange revelation! Warm as milk,
Clean as a flower, smooth as silk!
O what a piteous face appears,
What great fine thin translucent ears!
What a chestnut down and crêpey wings,
Finer, than any ladies’ things —
And O a little one that clings!
Warm, clean and lovely, though not fair,
And burdened with a mother’s care:
Go hunt the hurtful fly, and bear
My blessing to your kind in air.
—Ruth Pitter, 1897