I wonder since the Irish poet wrote of trust
If he owned a dog? I look in the biographies
But there’s no mention.
I picture the old Yeats
Half awake in the bottomless night
Hand trailing under his chair,
a wolfhound looking up.
All dogs are creatures of sound,
Which is how they love us
Hearing things unseen.
So here’s to Yeats and his dog,
And the gibbous moon
Rising at the half blind window…
S.K.
love the poem, as an undergraduate on a trip in London I searched and found Yeats’ home, not because I was studying Yeats, but Sylvia Plath who also lived in the same home, there of course was a plaque for Yeats, but nothing referencing Plath, that is where she committed suicide, I don’t recall Plath having a dog either, not that it would have made a difference, but maybe, I’ve only lived one year of my life without a dog, I know it makes a difference to me
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Wonderful poem, Steve. More dog poems, please. Oh heck, I’ll write my own.
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