The Dog Poet
The sections above the poem form a memorial eulogy to Boatswain, and introduce the poem. They are often assumed to form part of the poem but were written not by Byron but by his friend John Hobhouse. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human Ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog who was born in Newfoundland May and died at Newstead Nov.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. Oh man! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Byron: Child of Passion, Fool of Fame.
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New York: Alfred A. Sorry C. Check the usual authoritative sources and even U-tube renditions! This reminds me of the fate of ice-CREAM as it was correctly pronounced over here until fairly recently when suddenly, all over the land, it became ICE-cream. TV has a lot to answer for!
However neither it nor any other dictionary of English American or British places the stress of mankind on the first syllable. Merriam-Webster does give a third definition of the word to mean mankind as opposed to womankind, and in this case only the stress is on the first syllable.
Christina, put on your magnifiers and look more closely. The stress is exactly where I said it was, and Webster concurs. I was carried away on cloud nine with the accolades I received with my first few verses for the Society and thought I had at last found my metier rather late in life.
Perhaps it was only cloud-cuckoo-land I had found. And thank you, in the meantime, for your constructive comments and occasional compliments over the past eighteen months or so. Upon re-reading I found much to like about these dog poems, but I tend to focus on specific items that catch in my craw. Dogs are very peculiar in that they form strong attachments to humans.
I wish that someone would write a poem about the first man to tame a wolf. Horses come in second place.
Two Poems on Dogs by Peter Hartley
Although I was in one of most isolated places in Western Europe there happened to be an electric wire directly between me and the setting sun. For a brief moment it became a distraction, spoiling the otherwise perfect scene. Few things in life are perfect. Few things are beyond criticism or improvement.
I have rarely submitted a poem to this site where my attention was not drawn to an overlooked error or where I was not offered a suggestion for improvement. I have learned to take all this in stride. Since falling into this site some two years ago I have been challenged to improve and expand my skill as a poet.
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I have also learned to first recognize when I have created a small masterpiece in verse and then to smile when someone else lets an electrical wire distract them from enjoying the beauty of my sunset. As for your two poems, I think they are wonderful. You rose to the challenge of composing not one, but two Petrarchan sonnets. As a bonus, you incorporated creative wordplay, humor, and clever vocabulary to add spice to the stories you set out to tell. At some point down the line I may offer you a piece of constructive criticism, but not today. You write well. Your Muse is on fire.
Keep up the good work and keep on sharing it with us. I completely agree with what James Tweedie said.
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To conclude that you should stop writing because a small blemish was found on one of your poems is unthinkable to me. You have great talent as a poet, and the SCP website is made better by the publication of your poems. My vote is for you to keep on producing your excellent work. The SCP website recently introduced a Workshop section on the site.
If you or anyone would like to have a draft poem critiqued before you submit it for publication, you could post the draft there. So far only eight poems have been submitted for critique, and I am the only one who has provided comments on the draft poems.
However, my hope is that more people will do so, as they become aware of the Workshop section. Also, to make my analysis of the poems more structured, last Saturday I created a point checklist to use when evaluating the poems. I used the checklist on the poem I reviewed last Saturday, and I will use it in the future. As I see it, use of the Workshop has three advantages. First, poets will see fewer criticisms of their poems after they are published.
Second, a well-scrubbed poem has a better chance of being accepted for publication. Your words, echoing what James has said, I find very encouraging indeed. It does seem a great pity, if we try to do our best, to have a poem rubbished for the sake of a carelessly dropped or supernumerary foot when it is usually so easy to correct such a fault before submission. Thank you for the invitation, and thank you once again for your kind remarks.
James — That was exactly the fillip I needed.
Thank you. I too had one of those moments like yours en route to Barra from Eriskay the last time I went, in May , with our little cocker spaniel. The dog was sitting on one of those floating benches with me on the upper deck of the ferry-boat and he just looked so proud to be alive and proud, dare I say it, to be with me.
The poem I wrote about it became the title verse for a little book of poems that I had published nearly ten years later: the dog is long dead. We sometimes do recall the oddest things. Why should it be so crystal clear that day Ten years ago, a dog with me, off Eriskay, Aboard a boat and Barra bound? It brings To mind the rain, the wind still sings and stings And tears in gusts across the sound the way It did, while gulls keep pace above the spray On imperturbable and static wings.
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Such moments unregarded in his prime, They seemed inconsequential at the time. The dog, so proud to be alive and when He was he lived the here and now, but then He questioned not the continuity Of life, the permanence of him and me. You will notice line three has an extra foot. When I started this comment I intended at some point to have a massive grouse about SCP and certain members thereof, but a response to your kind post is hardly the appropriate vehicle. Instead I should like to point out some of the good. There are many folk, indeed, who will not contribute unless they have something kind to say or a constructive criticism that is kindly put, among whom I must number Amy Foreman as a good example.
There are some who, if they have a criticism to make, will put it so gently that it is read and nearly forgotten but almost subliminally taken on board.
eywaapps.dk/I/wp-content/anthology/debuetantinnen-roman-german-edition.php I number you in that category. I remember somebody trying to mock Monty because he may not have had a university education, but Monty seems to have more sense than the rest of us put together.