| Dogrectors Poetry Corner:
The Dogrectors would like to share some of their favorite poetry with you from time to time. This may or may not involve dogs or cats or humans, just poetry. The Great Trembling Earth is in need of it sometimes...... |
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| Our First Dogrectors Poem is "The House Dog's Grave" by Robinson Jeffers, Poet of California 1941. This Poem is in memory of Jeffer's Dog Billie and our current Dog rectors would like to honor Hemmie, Buffy, Tasha, and Fripp. Good Dogrector's to the end. Jeffers is little known today, but has had a seminal influence on many of the more popular "beat" |
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| poets such as Gary Snyder, Phillip Whalen and Jack Kerouac. The Dogrectors suggest that you revisit Jeffers' works such as Give your Heart to the Hawks, Rock and Hawk, The Last Conservative. The Dogrectors only want you to enjoy... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream; And you, if you dream a moment, You see me there. So leave a while the paw-marks on the front door Where I used to scratch to go out or in, And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor The marks of my drinking pan. I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do On the warm stone, nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through I lie alone. But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet Outside your window where firelight so often plays, And where you sit to read - and I fear often grieving for me - every night your lamplight lies on my place. You man and woman, live so long, it is hard To think of you ever dying. A little dog would get tired, living so long. I hope that when you are lying Under the ground like me your lives will appear As good and joyful as mine; No, dear, that's too much to hope: you are not so well cared for as I have been. And never have known the passionate undivided Fidelities that I knew. Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided But to me you were true. You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend. I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures To the end and far past the end. If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours. Written in 1941 by Robinson Jeffers |
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