Two Dogs

Two Dogs
for Charles and Holly

An old dog afraid of his own shadow
In some Southern town.
The story told me by a woman going blind,
One fine summer evening
As shadows were creeping
Out of the New Hampshire woods,
A long street with just a worried dog
And a couple of dusty chickens,
And all that sun beating down
In that nameless Southern town.

It made me remember the Germans marching
Past our house in 1944.
The way everybody stood on the sidewalk
Watching them out of the corner of the eye,
The earth trembling, death going by…
A little white dog ran into the street
And got entangled with the soldiers’ feet.
A kick made him fly as if he had wings.
That’s what I keep seeing!
Night coming down. A dog with wings.

Charles Simic

American poet of Serbian origin

Charles Simic (b. 1938) – American poet of Serbian origin. He was born and lived for 16 years in Belgrade. He learned English after immigrating to the United States. He writes about jazz, art, and philosophy. He is co-editor of The Paris Review. He has published articles about Polish Poetry in The New York Review of Books. His volume The World Doesn’t Need Prose Poems received the Pulitzer Prize in 1986. In 2014, he was awarded the Herbert Literary Award.

Pic. Beowulf Sheehan