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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream of Foxes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who<br>can blame her for hunkering<br>into the doorwells at night,<br>the only blaze in the dark<br>the brush of her hopeful tail,<br>the only starlight<br>her little bared teeth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when she is not satisfied<br>who can blame her for refusing to leave,<br>Master Of The Hunt, why am i<br>not feeding, not being fed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the coming of fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one evening i return<br>to a red fox<br>haunched by my door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am afraid<br>although she knows<br>no enemy comes here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">next night again<br>then next then next<br>she sits in her safe shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silent as my skin bleeds<br>into long bright flags<br>of fur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dear fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not my habit<br>to squat in the hungry desert<br>fingering stones, begging them<br>to heal, not me but the dry morninngs<br>and bitter nights.<br>it is not your habit<br>to watch, none of this<br>is ourrs, sister fox.<br>tell yourself that anytime now<br>we will rise and walk away<br>from somebody else's life.<br>any time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaving fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many fuckless days and nights<br>only the solitary fox<br>watching my window light<br>barks her compassion.<br>i move away from her eyes.<br>from the pitying brush<br>of her tail<br>to a new place and check<br>for signs. so far<br>i am the only animal.<br>i will keep the door unlocked<br>until something human comes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one year later</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what if,<br>then,<br>entering my room,<br>brushing against the shadows,<br>lapping them into rust,<br>her soft paw extended,<br>she had called me out?<br>what if,<br>then,<br>i had reared up baying,<br>and followed her off<br>into vixen country?<br>what then of the moon,<br>the room, the bed, the poetry<br>of regret?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dream of foxes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the dream of foxes<br>there is a field<br>and a procession of women<br>clean as good children<br>no hollow in the world<br>surrounded by dogs<br>no fur clumped bloody<br>on the ground<br>only a lovely line<br>of honest women stepping<br>without fear or guilt or shame<br>safe through the generous fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucille+Clifton">Lucille Clifton</a><div class=q>
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who
can blame her for hunkering
into the doorwells at night,
the only blaze in the dark
the brush of her hopeful tail,
the only starlight
her little bared teeth?

and when she is not satisfied
who can blame her for refusing to leave,
Master O..."></div>
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