inching its way down the gable
in pursuit of some passionate pigeons.
I was annoyed most of all because
it was not us but the pigeons who were kissing
and that the times of Paolo and Francesca were over.
-Alexander Blok, She Came in from the Frost
We may be called upon to set aside our animal passions, but fortunately, barring allergies and landlords, we’re able to keep our animals. Rumi (2004) urges us to “listen to the moan of a dog for its master” (156), for in that noise we’ll find the longing that draws two beings together. There are few relationships as fulfilling as those we share with animals. Our pets haven’t fooled themselves into believing that they require alcohol, fame, or logic. Sometimes glorified, almost always justifiably, the animals we keep are the result of many choices made by the human race. Of course, there are some choices human cannot make where animals are concerned. There are some animals that simply don’t belong to humans, which is why we guffaw at the sight Phyllis Gordon’s cheetah or Salvador Dali’s anteater. A dose of animality does us good, but perhaps not so great that it distracts from our narcotics of various sorts. It’s hard to watch TV when you’re being chased by a boar.
Blok, A. “‘She Came in from the Frost.'” Russian Poets. Ed. Peter Washington. New York, NY: Everyman’s Library, 2009. 203-204. Print.
Rumi. “Love Dogs.” The Essential Rumi. Trans. Coleman Barks. 2nd ed. New York, NY: HarperOne, 2004. 155-156. Print.