The Fox

I was reading some poetry (because that's how I do) and I came across the following poem that made me want to punch something I liked it so much. Said poem lies below for your enjoyment:


The Fox

By Kenneth Patchen

Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air

Because she limps a little - bleeds
Where they shot her

Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangmen's legs

Because I'd like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound

Because she can't afford to die
Killing the young in her belly

I don't know what to say of a soldier's dying
Because there are no proportions in death.





So yeah. All pretensions of leisurely poetry-reading aside, that is damn good poem.

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