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The Hound Dog's Haiku: and Other Poems for Dog Lovers
Read it Forward Read it first. Pass it on! I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise.
- Dog Songs: Mary Oliver on What Dogs Teach Us About the Meaning of Our Human Lives – Brain Pickings.
- Daughters Of The Silver Clan.
- Il Touring Club Italiano (Lidentità italiana) (Italian Edition).
- Francis Thompson (Author of The Hound of Heaven).
So we go. Thus we sit, myself.
Selected Poems of John Donne
Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. As though I were just as wonderful as the perfect moon. And oh how much more is Dog Songs about. Brain Pickings participates in the Amazon Services LLC Associates Program, an affiliate advertising program designed to provide a means for sites to earn commissions by linking to Amazon.
“Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.”
Over and over he gets to ask.
You'll take my tale with a little salt, But it needs none, nevertheless, I was foil'd completely, fairly at fault, Dishearten'd, too, I confess. At the splitters' tent I had seen the track Of horse-hoofs fresh on the sward, And though Darby Lynch and Donovan Jack Who could swear through a ten-inch board Solemnly swore he had not been there, I was just as sure that they lied, For to Darby all that is foul was fair, And Jack for his life was tried.
We had run him for seven miles and more As hard as our nags could split; At the start they were all too weary and sore, And his was quite fresh and fit. Young Marsden's pony had had enough On the plain, where the chase was hot; We breasted the swell of the Bittern's Bluff, And Mark couldn't raise a trot; When the sea, like a splendid silver shield, To the south-west suddenly lay; On the brow of the Beetle the chestnut reel'd, And I bid good-bye to M'Crea — And I was alone when the mare fell lame, With a pointed flint in her shoe, On the Stony Flats: I had lost the game, And what was a man to do?
I turned away with no fixed intent And headed for Hawthorndell; I could neither eat in the splitters' tent, Nor drink at the splitters' well; I knew that they gloried in my mishap, And I cursed them between my teeth — A blood-red sunset through Brayton's Gap Flung a lurid fire on the heath.
Could I reach the Dell?
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I had little reck, And with scarce a choice of my own I threw the reins on Miladi's neck — I had freed her foot from the stone. That season most of the swamps were dry, And after so hard a burst, In the sultry noon of so hot a sky, She was keen to appease her thirst — Or by instinct urged or impelled by fate — I care not to solve these things — Certain it is that she took me straight To the Warrigal water springs. I can shut my eyes and recall the ground As though it were yesterday — With a shelf of the low, grey rocks girt round, The springs in their basin lay; Woods to the east and wolds to the north In the sundown sullenly bloom'd; Dead black on a curtain of crimson cloth Large peaks to the westward loomed.
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I led Miladi through weed and sedge, She leisurely drank her fill; There was something close to the water's edge, And my heart with one leap stood still,. For a horse's shoe and a rider's boot Had left clean prints on the clay; Someone had watered his beast on foot. Which way? Then the mouth of the cavern faced me fair, As I turned and fronted the rocks; So, at last, I had pressed the wolf to his lair, I had run to his earth the fox.
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