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            A Dog Has Died
 Pablo Neruda (1904-73)
 Translated by Alfred Yankauer
 My dog has died.
 I buried him in the garden
 next to a rusted old machine.
 Some day I'll join him right there,
 but now he's 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 I'll never enter.
 Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
 where my dog waits for [...]