This Week's Poetry

 

This week's poem is dedicated to those of us who have known the love of a four-leggèd friend, and who have suffered deeply from its loss. Thanks to Pedro (NA2) for bringing these lines to our attention.

 

 

Near this spot
are deposited the remains of one
who possessed beauty without vanity,
strength without insolence,
courage without ferosity,
and all the virtues of Man without his vices.

This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
if inscribed over human ashes,
is but a just tribute to the memory of
Boatswain, a dog,
who was born in Newfoundland May 1803
and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.

See: Epitath to a Dog

 

 

 

This Week's Poetry

You might enjoy listening to this poem by the Scottish Poet Laureate, Edwin Morgan. It's called, The Loch Ness Monster's Song.

This Week's Poetry Corner

In class last week, some of us saw a magnificent rainbow. It brought to mind this poem by the Afro-Guayanese poet, John Agard.

A limbo-dancer on a London street

Rainbow - by John Agard

When you see de rainbow you know God know wha he doing -
one big smile across the sky -
I tell you God got style the man got style
When you see
raincloud pass
and de rainbow
make a show
I tell you
is God doing
limbo
the man doing limbo

But sometimes
you know
when I see
de rainbow
so full of glow
and curving
like she bearing child
I does want know
if God
ain’t a woman

If that is so
the woman got style
man she got style