<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three persons and a dog and loyalty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, you, he, she, it…<br>three distinct views of the world<br>(though perhaps not to the Creator?) <br>which seem so different. Which<br>grammarians note, and writers write about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A father who was all mine, I thought, <br>waiting for a boy one day after school<br>who was that younger me<br>with a small and lively bundle of love and energy and loyalty<br>straining to meet this stranger, as if I’d been a friend<br>already all its life - yet whom he’d not yet met -<br>straining at a brand-new brown leather leash…<br>how well you remember it…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he said he’d bought it for that son, who was me<br>but when, a childhood ago, he had to have it put away<br>it was he who cried for, so mother said<br>only the second time in his life.<br>I just felt betrayed. Again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so when they gathered at his, that’s father’s, funeral<br>thinking of things to say<br>that would not hurt too much to say<br>they said, and he loved that dog so much he cried, <br>for the second time in his life, Dorothy says, <br>we never ever saw him cry…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you remember that day and what they said<br>so clearly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and though I’ve moved from there<br>they may if they remember me<br>say much the same of other matters about that boy<br>who was me. For</div><div style="margin:10px 0">memory doesn’t distinguish much in the past<br>between the living and the dead, in grammar, <br>why should it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you wonder, well I do, <br>whether Sport in his unspoken dog-grammar<br>even with his eloquent tail<br>perhaps, sniffing at an interesting tree in the park<br>might not distinguish just as sharply with that wet, wise nose, <br>I-dog, you-dog, he, she, it-dog, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">living with memory of some unspoken kind, yet<br>oblivious of death <br>or betrayal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for Max if he likes it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</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=460306" data-title="Three persons and a dog and loyalty de Michael Shepherd" data-description="I, you, he, she, it… three distinct views of the world (though perhaps not to the Creator?) which seem so different. Which grammarians note, and writers write about. A father who was all mine, I thought, waiting for a boy one day after school..."></div> </div> </div>

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