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My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there, but now he's gone with his shaggy coat, his bad manners and his cold nose, and I, the materialist, who never believed in any promised heaven in the sky for any human being, I believe in a heaven I'll never enter. Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom where my dog waits for my arrival waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth, of having lost a companion who was never servile. His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine withholding its authority, was the friendship of a star, aloof, with no more intimacy than was called for, with no exaggerations: he never climbed all over my clothes filling me full of his hair or his mange, he never rubbed up against my knee like other dogs obsessed with sex.
No, my dog used to gaze at me, paying me the attention I need, the attention required to make a vain person like me understand that, being a dog, he was wasting time, but, with those eyes so much purer than mine, he'd keep on gazing at me with a look that reserved for me alone all his sweet and shaggy life, always near me, never troubling me, and asking nothing.
Ai, how many times have I envied his tail as we walked together on the shores of the sea in the lonely winter of Isla Negra where the wintering birds filled the sky and my hairy dog was jumping about full of the voltage of the sea's movement: my wandering dog, sniffing away with his golden tail held high, face to face with the ocean's spray.
Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died, and we don't now and never did lie to each other.
So now he's gone and I buried him, and that's all there is to it.
Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer
Pablo Neruda
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Elisa Martinez
(6/21/2009 9:02:00 PM) |
I KNOW HOW U FEEL BECAUSE LOST A ANIMAL WITCH IT WAS A BUNNY IT JUST PASS AWAY I ALSO BURIED HER IN OUR GARDEN! ! !
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Kainwo Moses
(5/25/2009 10:43:00 AM) |
I envy those Spanish readers who might access the poem in the original. Thanks Alfred, you have done us favour who can only read the great works in the English Language. Dogs, and the friendship the offer, have a place in a heaven that only Pablo could paint...
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Ruth Walters
(5/9/2009 3:45:00 AM) |
This near on brought a tear to my eyes......extremely well written and so poignant.
May I post it under your name on a site for older people that I belong to? They are avid readers and most have pets, dogs themselves.
Superb poem.
Ruth why not come and read some of mine?
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Bhaswat Chakraborty
(4/13/2009 6:30:00 AM) |
This poem is an amazing expression of a relationship that was not bound by any threat. The death of dog, a reality for any living being, also unfolded some of the human realities of the poet. In Neruda's brush, theme expresses itself with such a vibrant might! !
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Johnathan Pherigo
(2/19/2009 12:16:00 AM) |
this poem is really kool i like it! It reminds me of my dog
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Alex Webb
(1/7/2009 5:55:00 PM) |
Hehe. I laugh when I see people holding this is high esteem, but I like it.
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Darlene Perry
(12/29/2008 1:53:00 PM) |
Pablo,
Touching Truth, poetic perfection!
Darlene
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Rita Shay
(12/22/2008 6:53:00 PM) |
Amazing. It perfectly describes how I feel about my dog. And when my rabbit died when I was eight, I believed in rabbit heaven. To animal heaven!
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Mylah Bagaipo
(12/3/2008 6:42:00 PM) |
wow.... well done poem.....
fell free to read my poems and you will enjoy........
thank you
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