The Poetry of Pablo Neruda 精彩片段:
A Dog Has Died
A Dog Has Died
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Some day Ill join him right there,
but now hes 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 Ill 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.