The neighbor's dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbor's dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton
while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
by Billy Collins
Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House
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3 comments:
OH MY GOSH this is the first poem I read by Billy Collins, and knew that we would be in love.
Actually, I take it back--I didn't read it, I HEARD him read it on A Prairie Home Companion (I think), and the way that he read it... oh gosh. It was hilarious.
Cool! My dad has a couple of his poetry collections, that's how I know him. I just found this poem randomly online, and it entertained me immensely.
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