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    Poems Only a Dog Could Love
    Poems Only a Dog Could Love
    Poems Only a Dog Could Love
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    Poems Only a Dog Could Love

    By John B. Lee

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    John B. Lee’s first collection of poetry. Illustrated by Judith Klein Stenn. In 2005, John B. Lee was inducted as Poet Laureate of Brantford in perpetuity and in 2011 he was appointed Poet Laureate of Norfolk County.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrick Books
    Release dateSep 15, 1976
    ISBN9781771312349
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      Poems Only a Dog Could Love - John B. Lee

      Canada

      To the sweet fop, these lines I send,

      Who, tho’ no spaniel, am a Friend.

      Alexander Pope.

      For Quiante, who was a friend, now dead,

      A dog, whose tail still wags within my head.

      John Lee.

      I

      Dog Elegies

      by Quiante

      edited by John Lee

      I

      Rain falls

      brown as bird bellies

      thick as summer flies —

      uncomfortable

      I am —

      cold, frightened —

      I am —

      abandoned

      in my fear,

      I bark,

      ponderous,

      immaculate,

      shrill,

      I am alone,

      solitary as death.

      Something jerks inside,

      cocky,

      curling in my entrails,

      punkish thrusts

      conspiring

      like bad food

      or sharp bones,

      yet different somehow.

      Deja vu

      enthralls me,

      I am surprised

      playing a role

      more perfect than a poet's

      rain washing everything from me

      but fear.

      II

      Seven have come from me already,

      shot from me

      my body

      pronouncing their

      powerful smallness

      squeezing them out

      like glurps of paint,

      arbitrarily plopping

      them in puddles

      where they float like oilslicks.

      III

      The room is crouched

      ceiling like a hairless belly

      scrubbing me,

      walls shivering around me

      like tense thighs.

      I am pounced upon by space—

      constricted

      by a throat of plaster—

      closed in by shrinking orgiastic

      smallness,

      the powerful

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