Wednesday, 24 February 2010

A poem from 1001 POEMS by Klaus Høeck

      i glimpsed a hare that
shot across the frozen fields
        to disappear in
        to the murk of the
        plantation and i
felt a twinge of the heart - oh
this other freedom to be
        quite ignorant of
        the fact that freedom
        exists could it be
possible for anything
        else than for a hare?

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