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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0204 Every Dog Will Have His Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The prick of tears around the eye when reading poetry<br>is reassuring - that despite what happened<br>this morning, yesterday, in childhood, <br>in your last life, whatever -<br>you're still human.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Philip Levine - whose poems prick my eyes<br>so often that I'd like to think him<br>to be the heart of America<br>or ought to be, <br>reckons that man is the only animal <br>that has visionary power.<br>But I wonder. Can't do more than that; but wonder nevertheless: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my dog, <br>who lays him down on the hearth at night<br>with a sigh that shakes his whole body, <br>as if he's not planning to do anything between sleep and wake, <br>twitches his hind legs in dream; <br>and I, unimaginatively, assume he's chasing rabbits -<br>too intense a twitching for just some playful thrown ball: <br>does he catch them, or like in my dreams, <br>get further and further away, the harder he tries? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But psychologists of the human mind<br>reckon that dreams are the sewage farms <br>of emotion: cleansing the mind of fears<br>(and, it seems, for an astonishingly high percentage of Britons, <br>having a very friendly afternoon tea with the Queen...) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which suggests that those chases of failure or perhaps ideal success<br>that my dog dreams, cleanse emotions too<br>- and who can doubt, seeing his dog hang his head in shame, <br>with that strange straightness of the neck like human spine<br>which can touch his master's heart like nothing else, <br>who can doubt that dogs have emotions? -<br>imply that dogs could have ideals<br>(and am I God, or just <br>the leader of his pack - how do I, then, measure up?) .<br>And if they have emotions, and ideals, then<br>should we not enquire of them more closely<br>what is dreamt of in their philosophy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dog, haunched here beside me, <br>looks up at me with liquid brown eyes <br>brimming with faith, hope, and love; <br>trusting that I'll make the right decision about all this.</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>
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is reassuring - that despite what happened
this morning, yesterday, in childhood, 
in your last life, whatever -
you're still human.

Philip Levine - whose poems prick my eyes
so often that I'd..."></div>
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