Dog

Uninterested dogs

along the ways, without going back,

along the roving dust, to the light

of indifferent itinerancy.

Oh God of disappeared dogs,

little god of triste paws,

draw close to our hemisphere

of long belittled tails,

of hungry eyes that chase after

the bonecolored moon!

Oh uncareful God, I am

a poet of the roadways

and wander in vain not finding

an idiom of dogginess

that would join them singing

in the rain and dust storms.

Pablo Neruda