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Monday, May 02, 2011

a poem for older dogs

The dog and I are both grown old;
On these wild downs we watch all day;
He looks in my face when the wind blows cold,
And thus methinks I hear him say:

'The grey stone circlet is below,
The village smoke is at our feet;

We nothing hear but the sailing crow,
And wandering flocks, that roam and bleat.

Far off the early horseman hies,
In shower or sunshine rushing on;

Yonder the dusty whirlwind flies;
The distant coach is seen and gone.

Though solitude around is spread,
Master, alone thou shalt not be;

And when the turf is on thy head,
I only shall remember thee!'

I marked his look of faithful care,
I placed my hand on his shaggy side:
'There is a sun that shines above,
A sun that shines on both, ' I cried.

- "Grown Old Together," by Bowles, found in The Dog in British Poetry, p. 244-5. I believe the Bowles referred to is actually Caroline Bowles (1786-1854), who later married the poet Robert Southey. The tender thoughtfulness of this piece stood out in a poetry collection that tends toward very talky selections.

'A sun that shines on both.' Ah.

1 comment:

Ann Dziemianowicz said...

That's a lovely and sad poem. Very tender.