THE HARE-MAN Poem by Lennart Sjögren

Ever more often I think of the hares
how they fly across the fields

and when I think of the hares
I also think of the human beings
how they fly across the fields.

When pain reaches them
they cry shrilly and are similar in that,
but humans hunt humans
and in that are unlike the hare.

I who am hare-man and man-hare
I bear witness only to what I myself have seen
But in addition I have
a kind of clouded faith:

I believe in the hare's protruding eyes
I believe in the hare's hind-legs
which are also those of man.