Poems on the topic: dog

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Dave Bonta

Father to the man

paper ready to be a little boat regular and finely contrived money dead as the house I intend to dwell in making bricks and other poor music and the books like citizens old and upright to a boy things appear greater than to a man now I account it good fortune to follow a dog

Dave Bonta

Black dog

rain on the almanac which I understand as a doubtful sign wet ink like a rain-drawn dog a dog that did not answer to the name melancholy

Dave Bonta

Art critic

I am a dog who got hold of art and worried it I dispute the value of pieces rated as great the ridiculous design of work in a committee we who now dissect bodies and call that art a man never yet with child boys desiring a pig

Dave Bonta

Sea dog

wild eloquence translated into dog a walk by the sea

Dave Bonta

Family night

My mother’s cursing and swearing take possession of the heads in the hall. The dog and I play at theater, dancing, hungry for want of dinner.

Dave Bonta

Old dog

Settling pleased me where I was once a petitioner for my master. My wife a fox and I a dog of great families, I knew myself in Latin— the best way to bow.

Dave Bonta

Oysterous

I took a barrel of oysters and observed how they cry: An Indian sold the moon. Men were hanged for a dog fouling the bed. All night I dream that my wife made me ill.

Dave Bonta