sábado, 20 de abril de 2013

The Dogs at Live Oak Beach, Santa Cruz.

a poem by Alicia Ostriker, which I will attempt to translate soon - for all of us who seek in non-human
animals a way to connect to something we so desperately need.!


As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves.

The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted -

Black dogs, tan dogs,
Tubes of glorious muscle-

Pursuing pleasure
More than obedience
They race, skid to a halt in the wet sand,
Sometimes they'll plunge into
The foaming breakers

Like diving birds, letting the green turbulence
Toss them, until they snap and sink

Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet, with passionate speed
For nothing,
For absolutely nothing but joy.




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