As twilight in lush fox’s fur
leaps across to heaven’s shores,
her rusty tail entangles her
in a hedge of prickly stars.
A hard pull, she runs free and yet
she dribbles hot blood underneath,
and earth, this mewling leveret
escapes her slowly slackening teeth.
Translated by Peter Zollman
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From Selected Poems by István Baka
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