Letra de The Ballad of the Fox Hunter (Introduction)
I've drawn on poetry over the years So that I might provide another voice in lyric writing And another perspective than my own And one of the poets I've been drawn to has been, the Irish poet; W.B. YeatsIn the ballot of the fox hunter, Yates imagines and focuses in On the special connection humans can have with another species In this case, a king's hounds, with whom he would have gone hunting in his dayOne blind hound lies apart On the sun-smitten grass He holds commune with his heart The moments pass and passThe blind hound with a mournful tail He lifts his wintry head The servants bear the body in The hounds wail for the deadA huntsman Rody, blow the horn Make the hills reply The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay and mournful cryAs someone who's had pets throughout my life And aspire to be a veterinarian I can certainly attest to this special connection One can have with other creatures And how intuitive they can be