Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.92 "to the Dog Star" <GZ>

"to the Dog Star"

I sprawled out on green carpets of dormant wheat. In February Orion hunted through his field of stars. I could almost hear the bark of his dog in the sough of the breeze. "One arrow" I begged him. "There is sorrow deep in this soil; I would seek your sky." But the hunter remained fixed on his prey. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be back", sighed the wheat. But stiff against cold ground I kept praying to the Dog Star, "Take me. Take me." until dawn thawed my aching grief.

looked up
to the Dog Star
and prayed

© Kåre Enga [166.92] 2009-06-13

Earlier version:

"to the dog Star"

I sprawled out on the green carpet of dormant wheat. In February Orion hunted through his field of stars. I could almost hear the bark of his dog in the sough of the breeze. "One arrow" I begged him. "There is sorrow deep in this soil; I would seek your sky." But the hunter remained fixed on his prey. "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow he'll be back", sighed the wheat. But stiff against the ground I kept praying to the Dog-star, "Take me. Take me." until the dawn thawed the ache of my grief.

looked up
to the Dog Star
and prayed

© Kåre Enga [166.92] 2009-06-13


"At night the stars are fully present, probably some I see are not even in existence because of the distance and speed of light." so wrote Nada/Sheila.