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Poem for February

Chester

His eye is on me constantly
From the cushion where he lies.
Does my guilt detect a whimper
In his intermittent sighs?

His spaniel eye too readily
Reflects his spaniel gene,
And I can see too readily
His long lost spaniel dream

Where in prairie, field, or wood
His natural quarry go...
Where he starts the partridge, fox, and hare
Or stalks the startled doe.

Yet here he lies for hours
As an old man reads a book
And watches, watches quietly,
A lonely soul forsook.

My book for me does what for him
A bramble patch might do
Where odors thick as pages lurk
And every scent a clue

To the canine world of riches
Where noses better brains,
Which to deny were cruel
As to keep a man in chains.

His haunch was made for bounding,
His frantic trot for speed,
And fields should echo like a bell
Songs of his noble breed.

But I’ve never been a huntsman,
And so I’ve no excuse
For housing here this hunter.
It’s animal abuse.

He has a tiny freedom
In what I own for yard,
But if he comes too near the street,
His collar hurts him hard.

I walk him every day at three
Ten minutes round the block
Which he joyfully anticipates
And seems to know the clock.

When he dances round the closet
Where his harness-leash is hung,
I know it must be three o’clock
As though a chime had rung.

The suburb lawns we traverse
Have little he can track,
But he strains so at his harness
It’s hard to hold him back.

Scenery means nothing.
His nose is to the ground.
The fragrant world of spoor and wind
To him must be profound.

And he surely knows a richer world
Awaits him otherwhere;
The wood and field are in his blood;
Their scent rides on the air.

If our electric fence should fail,
He’d be off like a shot.
Stretching his spaniel legs for real,
No hampered harness trot.

Then he’d be finally free at last,
But likely not get far.
No one has taught him suburb,
Looming bus, or speeding car.

If he died so, ‘twould be an ending
We all might wish for too,
Doing joyfully and free,
What we were made to do.

If we were sure of what that was
As Chester seems to be,
We might be better Beings,
Doubt, mistrust, and worry free.

But we aren’t! So ground our noses
In fruitless books... for what is his,
A sure and natural knowledge
Of what our purpose is.

Perhaps he knows I’m just as lost.
The ecstasy of Being
Is not vouchsafed to many souls.
Is that the truth we’re seeing?

Not every dog will have his day.
It’s almost providential
How seldom any man or beast
Achieves his real potential.

When our eyes meet across the room
I imagine empathy.
If his situation hurts my heart,
Does he feel the same for me?

Literature calls this silly notion,
The “pathetic fallacy,”
And I surely am pathetic,
But it feels right to me.

The worst is... he forgives me
For the tightened life he lives,
A dog’s life... but almost Christian.
He forgives me. He FORGIVES!

And when I close my useless book,
He leaves his endless nap,
Comes slowly to my easy chair,
And climbs upon my lap.


 



 


 

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Teeny's Travels reprises the "wasteland theme" which informs so many ancient, medieval, and modern tales, including Oedipus and Hamlet. In this story line, a youthful hero on a spiritual quest enters a strange land wasted by a plague afflicting vegetal, animal, and human vitality. The hero visits the castle of the doomed country where he finds an ailing king. The king's infirmity is the source of the plague (king and country being magically one vitality), and it is the hero's task to restore the king's vigor by curing or replacing the ailing king. The king, though infirm, is wise and can grant the hero a vision of the spiritual truth if he judges the young man's heart to be pure. In medieval versions, the vision often involves the mystic grail or sword (inverted cross) of Christian import. At the moment of revelation, the hero must make a correct response, often by asking the right question. Quests imply a climactic question. The hero fails to cure the wasteland as often as he succeeds, but the moral lesson is imparted as forcefully in either case. "By men who won't be taught by other men, shall other men be taught."

Teeny and the Green Knight satirizes a long, 14th-century poem, "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight," written in Middle English by an unknown author, a contemporary of Geoffrey Chaucer. In it an untested, young hero is confronted by a giant, green horse and rider. The menacing figure challenges Gawain to cut off the green man's head with an axe. However, Gawain must first agree to visit the green giant's domain within a year and have his own head hewn off. Fair is fair. Gawain accepts, seizes the ax, and chops off the man's head. The adventure that follows is marvelous, ominous, full of Christian lore, but not without its humorous implications. Gawain's honor, bravery, and chastity are sorely tested by several trials, most but not all of which he passes. Narrowly escaping death, Gawain returns home, as spiritual heroes must, with a boon, prize, elixir, symbol, or code to enrich his society. Gawain's prize is a simple, green garter, the meaning of which, were it imparted, would benefit young men in any society, especially our own. The Gawain story is the source of a knightly order still revered in England and awarded by her monarchs, the order of the garter.

Teeny and the Whale, like most whale, great fish, or monster-of-the-deep stories (Jonah, Leviathan, Pinocchio, Moby Dick), has a symbolic interpretation. Read psychologically, water (the deep) represents the unconscious, dark regions of the hero's psyche, from which the monster rises to menace him. The monster, of course, is the unmastered excess of the hero's own ego (hubris). Male hubris is the tragic flaw that again and again these tales are concerned to render. As long as the hero remains unaware of the danger his own desires pose (as human desires have no bounds), he will be dragged under and devoured. When he masters fully his own nature, he will rise up and walk upon the flood unhindered. As Thomas a Kempis says, "Know that the love of thyself doth hurt thee more than anything in the world. Forsake and resign thyself, and thou shalt enjoy much inward peace." Teeny is a failed hero in all three adventures.



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