Comment 1 of 1, added on April 1st, 2009 at 4:53 PM.
I tend to like Jane Kenyon's
poetry, but "Biscuit" always
makes me wonder if she has ever
lived with a dog.
If I re-wrote the poem to be more
realistic:
Biscuit
The dog has cleaned his bowl
but he still wants a biscuit.
I can't resist that cute face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I am
powerless to resist.
But being an impish companion,
I offer him a stone.
He sniffs it, wondering what
my hand would taste like,
then looks up,
still wanting a biscuit.
. . .
It would loose its strength.
You could even say it would
become prosaic. :)
What's with this rewarding
a dog for eating?? That's like
rewarding a thief for stealing,
or a cat for sleeping (or leaping).
The metaphor doesn't really hold
up either. It's just another
example of human hubris. Sure,
the dog thinks the biscuit is
an offering; but in the sense
that I'm the worshiper and he's
the god. No, wait, that would be
cats. :) My dog just thinks I'm
a good pack-member for sharing
food (as I'm supposed to).
The trust involved is from me.
I am offering him food with my
hand which, to him, is even
better food. But he's a good
pack-member as well,
and he doesn't eat it.
Ray (wordbiscuit.com)
Ray Heinrich from
United States
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I tend to like Jane Kenyon's
poetry, but "Biscuit" always
makes me wonder if she has ever
lived with a dog.
If I re-wrote the poem to be more
realistic:
Biscuit
The dog has cleaned his bowl
but he still wants a biscuit.
I can't resist that cute face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I am
powerless to resist.
But being an impish companion,
I offer him a stone.
He sniffs it, wondering what
my hand would taste like,
then looks up,
still wanting a biscuit.
. . .
It would loose its strength.
You could even say it would
become prosaic. :)
What's with this rewarding
a dog for eating?? That's like
rewarding a thief for stealing,
or a cat for sleeping (or leaping).
The metaphor doesn't really hold
up either. It's just another
example of human hubris. Sure,
the dog thinks the biscuit is
an offering; but in the sense
that I'm the worshiper and he's
the god. No, wait, that would be
cats. :) My dog just thinks I'm
a good pack-member for sharing
food (as I'm supposed to).
The trust involved is from me.
I am offering him food with my
hand which, to him, is even
better food. But he's a good
pack-member as well,
and he doesn't eat it.
Ray (wordbiscuit.com)
Ray Heinrich from United States