Treasure Island

Pablo Neruda

(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

A Dog Has Died


My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.


Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Monday, March 22, 2010

Do you like this poem?
8 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: dog, believe, heaven, sea, lonely, ocean, winter, sky, star, together, happy, hair, lost, alone

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda )

Enter the verification code :

  • Colleen Courtney (6/7/2014 4:17:00 AM)

    I love the beautiful poem of the one and only kind of specialness between pet and owner. Recalls to mimd my own Kitty girl who has passed. The closeness between us was an amazing thing to see! This poem speaks of this type of love perfectly! (Report) Reply

  • Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (4/1/2014 7:53:00 PM)

    First time reading any piece by Pablo Neruda. Fell in love with the poem. Poem kept me entranced from beginning to end. No wonder he was so popular (still popular) . (Report) Reply

  • R Bremner (3/25/2014 7:43:00 PM)

    Weird. I have had many dogs and all of them were quite affectionate. Perhaps the dog picked up on Neruda's lack of love, and reciprocated. (Report) Reply

  • Alexander Opicho (12/2/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    this is Marxism of Marxism; it is a sharp way of explaining class conflict, i eguate it to the satire of V S Naipual; the house for mr biswas (Report) Reply

  • Poems 7137 (11/7/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    impeccably explained! ! I'm an admirer for this one..
    Unconditional and detached love of a dog..with no exaggerated dressing on display or any boundaries watsoever; the animal's love is a true one..! Hence, no regrets even after death...Beautiful.. (Report) Reply

  • Sarah Jones (9/24/2013 10:19:00 PM)

    Unforgetable poem. Work of a true master. Neruda makes poetry so easy! Moving and poignant poem. The more you read Neruda, the more you fall in love with him. Great! (Report) Reply

  • Denis Neumann (1/1/2013 6:45:00 PM)

    If you like poems about dogs, read Unleashed, a book of poems written by writer's dogs. (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (7/8/2012 9:22:00 AM)

    Having lost my beloved tyson...staff cross, the nobelest of dogs jan 26th this year, i had trouble getting past the first few stanzas...but beautiful... today im just going to fill my head with his words....lovely......lucky lucky me (Report) Reply

  • Albert Rodriguez (10/9/2010 1:05:00 PM)

    Neruda has the brilliant art of making you feel where nothing has ever been felt. He defines what a poet is. (Report) Reply

  • Adnan Khalifeh (3/11/2010 3:42:00 AM)

    Wonderful....I like this part the most:
    .....................
    in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
    where the wintering birds filled the sky
    and my hairy dog was jumping about
    full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
    my wandering dog, sniffing away
    with his golden tail held high,
    face to face with the ocean's spray.

    Joyful, joyful, joyful,
    ......................... (Report) Reply

  • Lewis Neil Is Awsome (11/4/2009 4:48:00 PM)

    Wow, that was pretty good, but i hear there is this poem called 'Neil is awsome', it was life changing and insperational. Read it and vote it a 10! (Report) Reply

Read all 48 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. Emotions Kept Inside, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  2. Yehi Karna Hay to Insan Banata Keyun Hay, Akhtar Jawad
  3. Golden Dreams, Ruma Chaudhuri
  4. Wind shall blow, hasmukh amathalal
  5. Turn to flower, hasmukh amathalal
  6. PH: Life: Growing Up, La! * - Chapter3 (.., Brian Johnston
  7. Mind Over Matter, david kush
  8. Don't do anything in a bigger way than t.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  9. Let poetry excel, hasmukh amathalal
  10. Mama's Black Breast, Ozioma Anieto

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]