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Dr.subhendu Kar (6/14/2008 12:30:00 PM)
love still transcends bneyond death,
time and space stand unnreckoned
the soul when finds its room of bliss
the mortal being as refrained speechless..............wonderfulpoetry by the imagery of deep thought, i do admire still with folded hands to the great poet........... |
Gregory Collins (6/6/2008 11:49:00 AM)
many journeys begin and end after finishing a poem from pablo neruda, i always listen attentively while reading his cosmic dance of words, he casually draws such a picture for hope and the future, how wise his eyes will flow into endless time, thanks mr. basoalto |
Jorge Pena (3/7/2008 11:18:00 AM)
When I was seven year old my dog was poisoned and I cried a lot. Today when I am 53 year old, reading this beautiful poem I started to cry again.
Thanks Neruda. |
Naveed Akram (2/6/2008 5:55:00 PM)
The corner of his eye is understanding the dog as his own and his friend, but one he had and witnessed with his pleasure, a definite helper, a cool guy, and a replacement. To complete the poem is certainly to make the dog a lengthy elegy. It is not one for the human or humans in his life - it is for the dog!
It is heavenly, and it is carrying the story of an exemplary animal. It should be repeated in these words, and much is desired of the dog. By the audience of the poet, it reigns supreme over all animals. |
Francois Hoon (6/25/2007 6:37:00 PM)
I think it’s great that a man can grow so fond of a dog that he writes an epic poem about it – I have never felt like writing a poem to any of my dogs that have died.
I think something needed for a good or a great poet is the ability to experience something more sensitively or vividly than most to be able to 'take in' the experience to such an extent that you can reproduce it as it were on paper or in writing.
Our friend Pablo definitely has that gift. |
Yoonoos Peerbocus (6/12/2007 5:57:00 PM)
belief and detachment poetically ana lysed with a smooth flow |
Melvina Germain (10/5/2006 1:28:00 AM)
I really enjoyed reading this poem, it made me think a lot of my little dog Finny, and my dog Candy, both died years ago. This poet had a wonderful relationship with his dog, even though there wasn't a lot of touching going on. They had a great deal of respect and a strong love for each other. There definitely was a spiritual connection. This is a very emotional poem especially in the beginning. Animals and people have relationships just like family. |
Anirban Ghatak (9/9/2006 5:24:00 PM)
this is a poem where we may fear for our respected & forbidden & uncanny heaven
there r my friends dog incartain. |
Annette Smith (8/29/2006 9:55:00 PM)
My dog died yesterday-euthanized after weeks of not eating. She was 14 years old, a small black lab with pale blue eyes-someone found her on the street as a puppy and we got her when she was one year old. The Vet tells me there was a part wolf dog in our neighborhood that could have been the father. She was so intelligent and emotional, but not a constant barker and not a dog that demanded too much attention.
But onto the poem-it speaks to me in the words about the dog: 'never servile...not more intimacy than was called for...'. How descriptive of a dog they are and how they make us think about our own actions. I want to remember this poem when I think of my dog. |
John Tiong Chunghoo (7/1/2006 3:34:00 AM)
pablo, lovely poem indeed. my own:
where is the sick dog?
we found him
in the neighbour's garden
hiding his death
from us |
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