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Vasant Abaji Dahake
The Hare Chase
Staves batter my dreamsand I wake up,
wiping oaths from my face.
So this ripped-apart morning
and the scheming night before
and the turncoat day before it:
they watch, stone-eyed,
as I’m roasted, a hare on a spit.
© Translation: 2004, Ranjit Hoskote
THE HARE CHASE
From: Yogabhrashta
Publisher: Mauj Prakashan Griha, Mumbai
Publisher: Mauj Prakashan Griha, Mumbai
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THE HARE CHASE
From: Yogabhrashta
The Hare Chase
Staves batter my dreamsand I wake up,
wiping oaths from my face.
So this ripped-apart morning
and the scheming night before
and the turncoat day before it:
they watch, stone-eyed,
as I’m roasted, a hare on a spit.
© 2004, Ranjit Hoskote
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