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Comment 25 of 35, added on March 15th, 2006 at 12:24 PM.
This is the first Carver poem I read, and then I was hooked. He is by far
my favorite poet of all time. Other favorites include "Transformation" and
"The Current," but I've grown attached to a number of his pieces and like
his poetry more than his prose. Thanks for the site.
Cindy from United States
Comment 24 of 35, added on January 28th, 2006 at 3:47 PM.
this is a terrible terrible poem.
george from Canada
Comment 23 of 35, added on November 20th, 2005 at 11:18 AM.
You're all inane. This poem is about how he needs to have bad things happen
so he can continue to write good poetry. It gets to the point where he is
happy that bad things are happening, because good poetry comes out of it.
Finally, he hears some sort of screaming, and he does nothing in the hopes
that it will be bad enough to write good poetry.
Cameron from United States
Comment 22 of 35, added on November 2nd, 2005 at 1:04 PM.
I personally love poetry and I thought this was funny yet ellagent. It was
a great poem!!
Rebecca from United States
Comment 21 of 35, added on September 24th, 2005 at 10:46 PM.
I am sending a competing death of dog poem. Author is my late wife Inta.
ae
When the dog dies
He lies on the table, eyes closed,
the trembling quiet now.
Pink liquid in the needle,
a short yelp, and it's over.
They're ready, the vet says,
when they go so fast.
We cry, I take his collar off.
At night, I dream of him
running circles, touch
the thick rough fur
by his neck and feel the tag gone-
no one to return him now.
Sixteen years of walks-
parks, wildflower reserve,
Plantations, Rim Trail, Lick Brook,
Abbot's Loop, and many nameless paths,
on foot or skis, he struggling through the snow.
Lately, for his sake, more on flat trails.
We force ourselves to walk now,
explain to other regulars,
pet their dogs, and go on,
the warm brown shadow still
between us, the ghost leash
loosening, as he falls behind.
Ezergailis, Andrew from United States
Comment 20 of 35, added on September 24th, 2005 at 8:45 PM.
So much for comfort when you need it!
Srella Wilson from United States
Comment 19 of 35, added on July 6th, 2005 at 11:28 PM.
Raymond is, in my opinion, one of the greatest poets of the 20th century.
He captures his audience, tells his story in a raw manner, yet each poem he
wrote has it's own soul. Your dog dies is no exception. To bad most of the
poster of comments so far just don't get it! I'd suggest they grab one or
two of his books and spend a little time learning his style and getting to
know him.
Ron from United States
Comment 18 of 35, added on June 24th, 2005 at 1:40 AM.
is now good poetry without sorrow.That's the poet's curse.
Sergio from Yugoslavia
Comment 17 of 35, added on June 18th, 2005 at 11:31 AM.
You have to step back...this poem is not about us. There is no lesson
here. Its about the madness of a poet. A dog dies, and the narrator does
the "normal" thing. Feels sad, buries it, etc...But he is a poet and
writes about it. And then he feels bad b/c he realizes that he is almost
glad it happened, b/c it gives him something to write about and so and so
on into this mental whirlpool of abstraction from reality until all that
really matters are the words on the page. He hears his wife (maybe his
daughter) scream his name, "Ray-mond" to reach him. But he is lost -- the
mad writer.
Kamal from United States
Comment 16 of 35, added on June 8th, 2005 at 4:47 PM.
I agree with Melissa Allen. I mean who would want to write about death in
general, much less your daughters dog?
Raymond Carter has mental problems.
Sarah Vakos from United States
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This is the first Carver poem I read, and then I was hooked. He is by far
my favorite poet of all time. Other favorites include "Transformation" and
"The Current," but I've grown attached to a number of his pieces and like
his poetry more than his prose. Thanks for the site.
Cindy from United States