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Poem taken from:
Long-distance Swimmer by Dorothy Molloy
Poem of the Week
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
The golden retriever grieves for her mate by Dorothy Molloy
The hooded crows roost early now,
November trees are black.
The sun goes down at 4 p.m.
and leaves a blood-stained track.
My antelope, my darling, my gazelle.
We calm her with valerian
and drops of chamomile,
infuse the roots of heliotrope
to soothe her for a while.
My antelope, my darling, my gazelle.
His last night was a rasping breath
that laboured up the stairs
and filled the house, and lodged behind
her sleepless eyes and ears.
My antelope, my darling, my gazelle.
She leans her head against our knees,
she follows us to bed
and lies stretched out upon the floor
as if she, too, were dead.
My antelope, my darling, my gazelle.
Copyright © The estate of Dorothy Molloy, 2009
