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Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The dog trots freely in the street
and sees reality
and the things he sees
are bigger than himself
and the things he sees
are his reality
Drunks in doorways
Moons on trees
The dog trots freely thru the street
and the things he sees
are smaller than himself
Fish on newsprint
Ants in holes
Chickens in Chinatown windows
their heads a block away
The dog trots freely in the street
and the things he smells
smell something like himself
The dog trots freely in the street
past puddles and babies
cats and cigars
poolrooms and policemen
He doesn't hate cops
He merely has no use for them
and he goes past them
and past the dead cows hung up whole
in front of the San Francisco Meat Market
He would rather eat a tender cow
than a tough policeman
though either might do
And he goes past the Romeo Ravioli Factory
and past Coit's Tower
and past Congressman Doyle of the Unamerican Committee
He's afraid of Coit's Tower
but he's not afraid of Congressman Doyle
although what he hears is very discouraging
very depressing
very absurd
to a sad young dog like himself
to a serious dog like himself
But he has his own free world to live in
His own fleas to eat
He will not be muzzled
Congressman Doyle is just another
fire hydrant
to him
The dog trots freely in the street
and has his own dog's life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with
a real live        
                  democratic dog
engaged in real         
               free enterprise
with something to say
                         about ontology
something to say                
                about reality
                                and how to see it
                                              and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
                                at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
                          his picture taken
                                              for Victor Records
                         listening for
                              His Master's voice
         and looking
                       like a living questionmark
                                       into the
                                       great gramophone
                                   of puzzling existence
            with its wondrous horn
               which always seems
                just about to spout forth
                                  some Victorious answer
                                      to everything

Here you will find links to Recordings of my Poetry
Bob reads Poems
The Idea of Order at Key West  by Wallace Stevens
The Snow Man  by Wallace Stevens
Dog by Lawrrence Ferlinghetti
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