<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lives, who last night flopped from a log <br>Into the creek, and all night by an ankle <br>Lay pinned to the flood, dead as a nail <br>But for the skin of the teeth of his dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I brought him boiled eggs and broth. <br>He coughed and waved his spoon<br>And sat up saying he would dine alone, <br>Being fatigue itself after that bath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat without in the sun with the dog. <br>Wearing a stocking on the ailing foot, <br>In monster crutches, he hobbled out, <br>And addressed the dog in bitter rage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told the yellow hound, his rescuer, <br>Its heart was bad, and it ought<br>Not wander by the creek at night;<br>If all his dogs got drowned he would be poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stroked its head and disappeared in the shed <br>And came out with a stone mallet in his hands <br>And lifted that rocky weight of many pounds <br>And let it lapse on top of the dog's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I carted off the carcass, dug it deep.<br>Then he came too with what a thing to lug, <br>Or pour on a dog's grave, his thundermug, <br>And poured it out and went indoors to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him sleepless in the pane of glass <br>Looking wild-eyed at sunset, then the glare <br>Blinded the glass—only a red square <br>Burning a house burning in the wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Galway+Kinnell">Galway Kinnell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395301" data-title="Burning de Galway Kinnell" data-description="He lives, who last night flopped from a log Into the creek, and all night by an ankle Lay pinned to the flood, dead as a nail But for the skin of the teeth of his dog. I brought him boiled eggs and broth. He coughed and waved his spoon And sa..."></div> </div> </div>

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