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To The Fields In Springtime
(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

To The Fields In Springtime

Poem By Yamabe no Akahito

the fox came every evening to my door
asking for nothing. my fear
trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her
but she sat till morning, waiting.

at dawn we would, each of us,
rise frm our haunches, look through the glass
then walk away.

did she gather her village around her
and sing of the hairless moon face,
the trembling snout, the ignorant eyes?

child, i tell you now it was not
the animal blood i was hiding from,
it was the poet in her, the poet and
the terrible stories she could tell.

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there is a typo in the 2nd verse of the 2nd stanza rise frm our haunches should read rise from our haunches
A darker poem from the poet. Interesting.