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Raymond Carver - Your Dog Dies

it gets run over by a van. 
you find it at the side of the road 
and bury it. 
you feel bad about it. 
you feel bad personally, 
but you feel bad for your daughter 
because it was her pet, 
and she loved it so. 
she used to croon to it 
and let it sleep in her bed. 
you write a poem about it. 
you call it a poem for your daughter, 
about the dog getting run over by a van 
and how you looked after it, 
took it out into the woods 
and buried it deep, deep, 
and that poem turns out so good 
you're almost glad the little dog 
was run over, or else you'd never 
have written that good poem. 
then you sit down to write 
a poem about writing a poem 
about the death of that dog, 
but while you're writing you 
hear a woman scream 
your name, your first name, 
both syllables, 
and your heart stops. 
after a minute, you continue writing. 
she screams again. 
you wonder how long this can go on.

Added: on December 23rd, 2008 at 8:41 PM | Viewed: 41954 times | Comments and analysis of Your Dog Dies by Raymond Carver Comments (35)


Your Dog Dies - Comments and Information

Poet: Raymond Carver (Raymond Carver Art)
Poem: Your Dog Dies
Poem of the Day: Dec 24 2000

Comment 35 of 35, added on September 5th, 2009 at 3:29 AM.

I really enjoyed it. You have done a great job.
I am from Arabia and learning to read in English, tell me right I wrote the following sentence: "Free online share trading: some finance lists provide on however tight market within the world corporation, in which a week may determine even a several sellers."

With respect :), Greer.

Greer from Argentina
Comment 34 of 35, added on April 1st, 2009 at 5:13 PM.

Here's the poem he was talking about:

< dog farts >

a few years back
we had a little brown poodle
koko
(named after the cartoon clown)

now our black lab
could fart large
it took him thirty seconds
to lay one down

but koko was queen
her tiny ones
had the strength of nerve gas

their smell
made people jump up and run away
it wasn't something they thought about
but a reflex
like jerking your hand off a hot stove

one moment
you'd be sitting and reading
and the next
you'd be across the room
wondering what happened
(until your nose caught up with you)

- - -



Ray Heinrich from United States
Comment 33 of 35, added on December 23rd, 2008 at 8:41 PM.

Sleepy,

Why are you so bothered by MeMe's choice to use the word "mitigate"? It is in the dictionary after all.

And you tell her not to think too hard. What is poetry for if it doesn't make you think or feel anything? You don't need to be a professional intellectual to have an opinion.

Why do you think this is a good, well written poem? Maybe you envy MeMe because you can't articulate yourself.

Cheers to Carver.

joese from United Kingdom

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