No more (mon fils du vent)

Finbar died this morning.

No more (Mon fils du vent)

On the sill we stand with the world before,
sniffing the wind and the flying leaves
and the flying birds on the autumn wind.

The world’s before, gold and green,
gold in the flying autumn wind,
and life is flying in the golden wind.

In the world beyond the sill we’ll run no more,
we’ll run no more in the golden leaves,
with the rain in our faces and the world before.

Mon fils du vent (No more)

Sur le seuil, le monde devant,
on renifle le vent et les feuilles qui dansent
et les oiseaux qui dansent sur le vent d’automne.

Devant est le monde, doré et vert,
doré dans le vent qui vole en bourrasques
c’est la vie qui s’envole dans le vent doré.

Dans le monde devant le seuil, on ne courra plus,
on ne courra plus dans les feuilles d’or,
la pluie dans nos yeux et le monde devant.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

54 thoughts on “No more (mon fils du vent)”

      1. Yeah, I know.
        After our dog, Poppy, died of snake bite (some fifty years back), my father never could bring himself up to have another dog. Only after my father passed away, my elder brother had a dog ( we brothers were all dog lovers). I had to wait for a long time to have a dog as my wife was afraid of dogs. Now Skooby follows her everywhere and sits on the sofa next to her😀.

    1. I had a message from someone on FB who lost four of his six sighthounds in the last three years. I’d love some more of them, but I’m not sure I want to go through this again.

    1. Thank you, Di xx
      I think he knew it was coming and I wonder if Trixie (cat) did too. She came out with us on his last (truncated) walk last night, trotted on ahead telling him to keep up.

    1. It is tough, and it will be for a long time. I realised today how present he was, how often we made eye contact. Every time I got up from my chair, and he was my shadow. Hard not to have one any more.

      1. superb – he and your family found each other’s blessings, then, and you helped him course the green earth with love for his remainder days.

      2. There are associations that do tremendous work rescuing dogs from the south of Spain where they have a truly horrible time, and finding adoptants in other countries. It was a privilege to have been part of the chain of help.

    1. He was about 20 months. Very approximatively. A baby. He never did ‘grow up’. There was a brief period at the beginning of this year when I breathed a sigh of relief, and thought, at last, he’s slowing down and he might condescend to walk on a lead sometimes. He did, sometimes. Finbar’s idea of walking on a lead, even up until the last days was to trot in front, not pulling too hard, until he reached a point, could be anything, a ditch, a tree a fox had peed against, and then he’d ‘twitch’, start to bounce about until I’d have to let him go and run or he’d pull me over. He should have stopped doing that about six years ago.

      1. Yeah, I know. Filling the day with different things. Like husband says, it’s the reflexes of a hundred little gestures, like not putting the light on in the study in the morning so as not to wake him, making sure you haven’t closed the door behind you in case he wakes and comes looking for you, looking to see if he’s awake before daring to get up from your chair. Always looking, a thousand times a day.

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