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When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. - John F. Kennedy

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          THE DOG

Dream on! Your golden eyes turn narrower
And duller as you watch the snowflakes clinging
To window frames, and hear the blizzard singing
Out in the yard where poplars groan, astir.

Curled at my feet for warmth, now and again
You sigh, and think... We too - what use denying!-
Consumed  with longing, thirst for other plains,
For other wastes, beyond the Perm hills lying.

A wilderness, and, over it, a pall
Of ice and snow, the tundra's skies unseeing -
Strange is to me the home that you recall.
Yet  your thoughts are my own: a human being,
Like God I'm doomed the misery and woe
Of every land and of all times to know.

1909