To the dogs of kreisau Poem by Uljana Wolf

To the dogs of kreisau

Rating: 4.3


oh the skein of raggle-taggle village dogs: trickly
tails, stubbly legs, tough teeth fletching at the fence

yours is the street, the dust on an asphalt hem
yours the resonant night in the dormant valley

every echo is yours, the shivering repercussion
of sound from the hills, hierarchic growling

and bellowing barking: at first herculean, then hu-
mongous. reverberations recall hens in the know:

whoever doesn't loudly drive his drivel gets mobbed
by the pack, in brushfire throats the place loses itself

so crying wolf you survey the cosmos of this depression
dominating every route, every stranger, and me:

yours is my scent trail, my brave steps
yours are my calves finally out of the village

Translated by Brian Currid

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 07 August 2018

Such a well penned poem by Uljana Wolf👍👍👍

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Seamus O Brian 07 August 2017

Colorful and energetic visualization of a feature common to many small villages. A brief travelogue transporting the reader into a glimpse of rural life. Nicely done; suitable to its task.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 August 2017

Shivering! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 August 2018

nice translation- every echo is yours, the shivering repercussion of sound from the hills, hierarchic growling ... so crying wolf you survey the cosmos of this depression dominating every route, every stranger, and me:

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Saravanan Sivasubramanian 07 August 2017

Dear poet, A nice poem. it reveals the nativity of our village. according to myself village dogs are the symbol of our traditional arts.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 07 August 2020

Heart goes out to those souls we often call them our friends as dogs......so beautifully scripted 10+++

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Dr Dillip K Swain 07 August 2020

Many congratulations for this brilliant poem being featured as Poem of the Day! Top score!

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 August 2020

so crying wolf you survey the cosmos of this depression dominating every route, every stranger, and me: yours is my scent trail, my brave steps yours are my calves finally out of the village- beautiful poem. lovely. tony

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Anil Kumar Panda 07 August 2020

Very nice poem. Interesting to read. Enjoyed. Thanks and congrats.

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Veronica Brusnica 07 August 2020

🍓🍓🍓 camdonuts 🍓🍓🍓

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