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What is your favorite poem about a dog?

Asked by tabbycat (1803points) September 2nd, 2008
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stratman37's avatar

There once was a dog from Nantucket…
j/k!

lefteh's avatar

I have always loved A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda.

stratman37's avatar

Aw, lefteh, I was SURE you were gonna drop a pun on ‘em.

AstroChuck's avatar

I like to drive the freeway
Along with my Great Dane.
I make him wear his little hat
So I can use the carpool lane.

-AC (2008)

AstroChuck's avatar

Last year I bought a pitbull
From the puppy farm.
This week I was finally fitted
For my new prosthetic arm.

-AC (2008)

loser's avatar

I’d say, the two I just read!!!

Seriously, I like The Rainbow Bridge. Gets me every time.

Judi's avatar

How Much is that Doggie in the Window? (wolf wolf)
The one with the waggely tail.
How much is that Doggie in the window? (wolf wolf)
I sure hope that doggie’s for sale.

sarapnsc's avatar

JUST MY DOG

He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.

He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me…
Whenever…wherever—in case I need him.
And I expect I will—as I always have.

He is just my dog.
By Gene Hill

sarapnsc's avatar

Here’s the rainbow bridge…my son’s grandfather gave it to me years ago, when my son’s dog passed away…he liked it so much and it helped explain death to him at an early age…it seemed to have comforted him a bit.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

gailcalled's avatar

My favorite; WALKING THE DOG, by Howard Nemerov; Our third national Poel Laureate – 1988

Two universes mosey down the street
Connected by love and a leash and nothing else.
Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves
While he mooches along with tail up and snout down,
Getting a secret knowledge through the nose
Almost entirely hidden from my sight.

We stand while he’s enraptured by a bush
Till I can’t stand our standing any more
And haul him off; for our relationship
Is patience balancing to this side tug
And that side drag; a pair of symbionts
Contented not to think each other’s thoughts.

What else we have in common’s what he taught,
Our interest in shit. We know its every state
From steaming fresh through stink to nature’s way
Of sluicing it downstreet dissolved in rain
Or drying it to dust that blows away.
We move along the street inspecting shit.

His sense of it is keener far than mine,
And only when he finds the place precise
He signifies by sniffing urgently
And circles thrice about, and squats, and shits,
Whereon we both with dignity walk home
And just to show who’s master I write the poem.

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gailcalled's avatar

And this by Billy Collins; US Poet Laureate 2001–2003; NY State poet – 2004.

ANOTHER REASON I DON’T KEEP A GUN IN THE HOUSE

The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.

tabbycat's avatar

So many great answers here! Thank you, everyone.

scamp's avatar

@loser the Rainbow Bridge is my favorite too!

@sarapnsc thanks for posting it.

science_girl89's avatar

Ok, I’m not Collins’s biggest fan, In fact I didn’t like nine horses very much at all! However, I do like the way he styled this bit below. It was great, and gets better every time I read. There’s a post somewhere on youtube where he reads it aloud, but I honestly have no idea where that is.

The Revenant by Billy Collins

I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you—not one bit.

When I licked your face,
I thought of biting off your nose.
When I watched you toweling yourself dry,
I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap.

I resented the way you moved,
your lack of animal grace,
the way you would sit in a chair and eat,
a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand.

I would have run away,
but I was too weak, a trick you taught me
while I was learning to sit and heel,
and—greatest of insults—shake hands without a hand.

I admit the sight of the leash
would excite me
but only because it meant I was about
to smell things you had never touched.

You do not want to believe this,
but I have no reason to lie.
I hated the car, the rubber toys,
disliked your friends and, worse, your relatives.

The jingling of my tags drove me mad.
You always scratched me in the wrong place.
All I ever wanted from you
was food and fresh water in my metal bowls.

While you slept, I watched you breathe
as the moon rose in the sky.
It took all my strength
not to raise my head and howl.

Now I am free of the collar,
the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater,
the absurdity of your lawn,
and that is all you need to know about this place

except what you already supposed
and are glad it did not happen sooner—
that everyone here can read and write,
the dogs in poetry, the cats and the others in prose.

suse's avatar

There was a bench in a park in England which was dedicated to someones deceased dog. It just said

Sit girl, and stay.
Until I join you

sweet.

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