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More on McCarthy
This week’s issue of the Rappahannock News has a page devoted to rememberings of Eugene McCarthy. Sharon Kilpatrick mentions her father-in-law James J. Kilpatrick. This editor spoke with him and we have a column coming that he wrote about McCarthy. Castleton resident Jim Gannon was particularly taken by McCarthy’s poetry and Irish leanings. Gannon recalled, “when I think of his passing now, I think of the sad but lovely poem that he wrote after the death of his beloved dog, Mollie. It captures McCarthy’s sentimental Irish heart, his gift for language, and his appreciation for loyalty that was so lacking in the life of politics. To quote a few lines: I will not yet remove The mist of dog hair From your favorite chair. Not yet discard the frazzled Frisbee You could catch, making plays, Going away, like Willie Mays. • But having proved your skill Refused to fetch; Let retrievers tire themselves In repetitious runs, you seemed to say. You would run figure eights, Disdaining simple circles Jump hedges just for sport,' You swam with ducks And walked among wild geese. Ate Turns but not Rolaids, You knew no dog-like shame. And died by no dog’s disease at end, But by one that also lays its claim on men. There is not a politician living today who could write kich lines, or leave behind the sense that there will hot be another like him.
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