Monday, April 13, 2009

W. S. Merwin DOG DREAMING

DOG DREAMING

The paws twitch in a place of chasing
Where the whimper of this seeming gentle creature
Rings out terrible, chasing tigers. The fields
Are licking like torches, full of running,
Laced odors, bones stalking, tushed leaps,
So little that is tamed, yet so much
That you would find deeply familiar there.
You are there often, your very eyes,
The unfathomable knowledge behind your face,
The mystery of your will, appraising
Such carnage and triumph; standing there
Strange even to yourself, and loved, and only
A sleeping beast knows who your are.

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