Friday, 17 May 2019

Emma Crebolder: 'Mijn kleine tijd'


He prowls around in every tongue
my fox, as renard or mbweha,
he was foha, he was puccha–.
His name became story and
his story name. In Japan he
rose to Fox God, Inari.

To the highest, to
the lowest. I follow him
hounded on by fear
and pleasure. Name
and feel him my little time,
my plunder, my bounty.

To see the original poem, go to here.

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