Posted on August 2, 2010 by Dave BontaOn Reading The Separate Rose by Pablo Neruda This entry is part 14 of 37 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-lifeA sea-side rose — the old interpreter holds it up to his ear * Link. Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life Fist GibbousShare this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky
This doesn’t have to do with the poem (does a sea-side rose smell salty?), but I found something I thought you’d appreciate: This porcupine thinks he’s a dog! Reply
Oh yeah, that video’s great! It never occurred to me that one could pet a porcupine if wearing sturdy enough gloves. Reply
I think he’s chewing on the gloves too… I was amused by how enthusiastic he gets about getting the attention… quite a contrast to their usual shyness. Reply
This doesn’t have to do with the poem (does a sea-side rose smell salty?), but I found something I thought you’d appreciate: This porcupine thinks he’s a dog!
Oh yeah, that video’s great! It never occurred to me that one could pet a porcupine if wearing sturdy enough gloves.
I think he’s chewing on the gloves too…
I was amused by how enthusiastic he gets about getting the attention… quite a contrast to their usual shyness.