Vasant Abaji Dahake
The Hare Chase - Poem by Vasant Abaji Dahake
Staves batter my dreams
and 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.
[Translated by Ranjit Hoskote]
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