A Dog Has Died
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
o a rusted old mae.
Some day Ill join him right there,
but now hes goh his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven Ill never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, Ill not speak of sadness here oh,
of having lost a panion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a pore
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like s obsessed with sex.
No, my dog used to gaze at me,
payihe attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me uand
that, being a dog, h……（内容加载失败！）
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