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Enter the Wolf

Discussion in 'Blogs' started by Harry Haller, Oct 17, 2015.

  1. Harry Haller

    Harry Haller United Kingdom
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    Jan 31, 2011
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    The Wolf trots to and fro,
    The world lies deep in snow,
    The raven from the birch tree flies,
    But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe.
    The roe--she is so dear, so sweet
    If such a thing I might surprise
    In my embrace, my teeth would meet,
    What else is there beneath the skies?
    The lovely creature I would so treasure,
    And feast myself deep on her tender thigh,
    I would drink of her red blood full measure,
    Then howl till the night went by.
    Even a hare I would not despise;
    Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night.
    Is everything to be denied
    That could make life a little bright?
    The hair on my brush is getting grey.
    The sight is failing from my eyes.
    Years ago my dear mate died.
    And now I trot and dream of a roe.
    I trot and dream of a hare.
    I hear the wind of midnight howl.
    I cool with the snow my burning jowl,
    And on to the devil my wretched soul I bear.
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