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<i>I start like ice, my finger to my ear, my ear
to my heart, that proud cur at the garbage can
in the rain.</i>
Actually, the part is in question is a sentence fragment, which is why you can't understand it. In non-poetic formatting, this is the line:
"I start like ice, my finger to my ear, my ear to my heart, that proud cur [inferior mutt, in this case referring to a homeless man] at the garbage can in the rain."
So yes, he is blocking the world's perception of himself and listening solely to his heart. His true self, it seems, is the proud cur.
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