Untethered Dog

You Never Know Where He Will Go


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Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of […]


I heard a bird sing In the dark of December. A magical thing And sweet to remember. -Oliver Herford, ” I Heard a Bird Sing,” Welcome Christmas! A Garland of Poems (1955)


Laziest man ever was Floyd Scott it wasn’t nothing that boy would ever do for anybody when he’s 5 years old arredy too late his mamma one day sez Floyd come take this trash out to the barrel but he just lain there in the living room on the furniture so she sez you taking […]


My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, that spring when I was waiting to be born. She locked his name in her deepest cabinet and would not let him out, though I could hear him thumping. When I came down from the […]


Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, […]


Imagine you wake up with a second chance: The blue jay hawks his pretty wares and the oak still stands, spreading glorious shade. If you don’t look back, the future never happens. How good to rise in sunlight, in the prodigal smell of biscuits— eggs and sausage on the grill. The whole sky is yours […]


Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and […]


Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth […]


Sleep softly my old love my beauty in the dark night is a dream we have as you know as you know night is a dream you know an old love in the dark around you as you go without end as you know in the night where you go sleep softly my old love […]


The trouble with pleasure is the timing it can overtake me without warning and be gone before I know it is here it can stand facing me unrecognized while I am remembering somewhere else in another age or someone not seen for years and never to be seen again in this world and it seems […]


Keep this star for when you lose the world, when grief and desire become a blurred door that floats away across a plain room without books or kisses. Look to what grows dark beyond the walls, that in night which holds the blue sky singing in its black embrace. It’s all spun around a necessary […]


The young wife smooths the bed she has slept in alone for three nights: the air is dark about her lamps and crystal. With plump girl’s fingers she closes windows. There is heavy rain coming. In the cathedral of drought, birds with stone wings fly past motes that spin inside the dust, singing for him […]


To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallant, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe— Who win, and nations do not see— Who fall—and none observe— Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love— We trust, in plumed procession For such, the Angels go— Rank after Rank, with even feet— […]


One night they both needed different things of a similar kind; she, solace; he, to be consoled. So after a wine-deepened dinner whey they arrived at their house separately in the same car, each already had been failing the other with what seemed an unbearable delay of what felt due. What solace meant to her […]


Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is only one question: how […]


What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full […]


Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers. I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you […]


When we are old one night and the moon arcs over the house like an antique China saucer and the teacup sun follows somewhere far behind I hope the stars deepen to a shine so bright you could read by it if you liked and the sadnesses we will have known go away for a […]


There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and the chair that cry […]


Where? In the black trees that lay down and drown here? In the drowned clouds? — and no one to hold them back. Rhododendron, the night never ends. A still-life and a way to get home again. A moss-dark photograph turned holy in his memory. It’s anyone against the wind tonight. In the eyes of a […]