My Friend’s Dog
I love my friend’s dog.
He can say ‘yes‘ so beautifully.
He can say ‘yes’
when you forget him.
He condemns no one that
compares himself to him.
Wherever he goes, spring goes too.
When he weeps, nature
loses its feathers.
But when he’s in a good mood,
he skilfully pushes your hand to his
mouth to hear its greatest secrets.
Like every brave man he has
two souls in each breast,
twenty-five in hands and feet.
Meret Oppenheim
I love my friend’s dog.
He can say ‘yes‘ so beautifully.
He can say ‘yes’
when you forget him.
He condemns no one that
compares himself to him.
Wherever he goes, spring goes too.
When he weeps, nature
loses its feathers.
But when he’s in a good mood,
he skilfully pushes your hand to his
mouth to hear its greatest secrets.
Like every brave man he has
two souls in each breast,
twenty-five in hands and feet.
Meret Oppenheim