My Longing is a Camp Dog.
Article Type: Poem
Subject: Lovesickness (Portrayals)
Dogs (Portrayals)
Desire (Portrayals)
Author: Van Rijswijk, Philomena
Pub Date: 05/01/2011
Publication: Name: Hecate Publisher: Hecate Press Audience: Academic Format: Magazine/Journal Subject: Women's issues/gender studies Copyright: COPYRIGHT 2011 Hecate Press ISSN: 0311-4198
Issue: Date: May, 2011 Source Volume: 37 Source Issue: 1
Topic: NamedWork: My Longing Is a Camp Dog (Poem)
Accession Number: 268220736
Full Text:
All I long for now is peace, peace, peace, but my longing is an
animal, a mangy camp dog sheltering in my felted tent, stirring,
stirring in the night; ears pricked in alert sleep. It rumbles a growl
deep in its throat, lifts its broad head, sniffs the night, breathes the
beating of the stars, the pulsing of the black emptiness, translates the
small bleats and shufflings of the hot-uddered goats inside their
thornbush fence, whimpers at something far, far in the distance ...
 My longing is a camp dog whining for the inexplicable distance; my
longing is a camp dog twitching in its sleep; its suede flanks, its
muscular thighs, quivering in dream chases across the open places.
My desire--a camp dog stirring, dreaming, then resting its square snout
once again on the hard-packed earth, to fall into a trembling kind of
sleep, until, once again, a distant yapping, a nickering, (a
stranger's whiskered jaw, half seen), makes the dog stir, lift its
head ... wait.
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