Hundar i favoritpoesin

Min favoritpoet ær Walter de la Mare. Vad jag vet skrev han inte direkt om hundar, men eftersom hans poesi ofta tar utgångspunkt i vardagen, om æn med øvernaturliga inslag, omnæmns hundar ganska ofta som en naturlig del av omgivningen.

Hær ær ett par av mina favoritdikter av honom dær hundar finns med:

The song of shadows

Sweep thy faint strings, musician

With thy long lean hand

Downward the starry tapers burn

Sinks soft the waning sand

The old hound whimpers couched in sleep

The embers smoulder low

Across the walls the shadows

Come, and go

Sweep softly thy strings, musician

The minutes mount to hours

Frost on the windless casment weaves

A labyrinth of flowers

Ghosts linger in the darkening air

Hearken at the open door

Music hath called them, dreaming

Home once more

Silver

Slowly silently now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch

Couch in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

Of doves in silver feathered sleep

A harvest mouse go scampering by

With silver claws and silver eye

And moveless fish in the water gleam

By silver reeds in a silver stream