Excerpts and links to some vivid poetry as a kind of consolation, thanks to The Poetry Foundation and Poetry magazine, and to some wonderful writers:
Alicia Ostriker’s celebration of animal exuberance in Poetry:
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“A Dog Has Died” by Pablo Neruda
…all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.
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Bob Hicock’s “Unmediated Experience”—
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Mary Oliver has a recent book of dog-related poems. Critics have derided it as sentimental–but that’s part of the role dogs play for us humans. Only part, though. There’s more, I think; but at present–no intellectualizing. Emotion–feeling–is fundamental to the human physiology.
Here’s my favorite photo of her.
Looking out. Living in the moment.
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“Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.” ~Mary Oliver
When they are just puppies, we know already that this day will come — which doesn’t make it any easier. Not at all.
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This post and you have been on my mind, in particular what to comment. Last night, a line from a favorite Einstein quote surfaced. It seems to me, dogs “live life as though everything is a miracle.” We who love them benefit from that. And when dogs die, they leave with us that miracle. I think that is the joy we remember.
Karen
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[…] The death of a beloved animal companion some years ago took me to Oliver then. And in the sorrow, I recalled the gladness of having that dog in my life. […]
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