I have been a dog in my previous life,
a very good dog,
and so I was promoted to a human being.
I liked being dog. I worked with a poor farmer,
radunavo and guarding his sheep. Wolves and coyotes
tried to enter the compound almost every night,
but ‘I’ve never lost a sheep. The farmer rewarding me
with good food, food from his table. He was poor,
but ate well. And his children were playing with me,
when they were not in school or at work in the fields.
I had all the love that every dog might hope.
When I became old, bought a new dog
and I l ‘I trained in the tricks of the trade.
He learned quickly and the farmer then took me into his house,
to live with the family. In the morning wore slippers
because now he was getting older. I was dying slowly, a bit at a time.
The farmer knew that and brought the new dog visits me from time to time.
The new dog entertained me with his tipping and its games.
And then one morning I got up more. I buried him near the river, under the shade of a tree.
And that was the end of my life as a dog. Sometimes, I really miss that life
Often, sitting by my window, I could cry
Dress in skyscraper overlooking a bunch of other skyscrapers.
At my job, I’m sitting in a cubicle and talk to anyone all day.
This is my reward for being a good dog.
Wolves humans do not see me.
They are not afraid of me.
–James Tate- Translated by Peter Solomon