THE RED HEART
THE MAN WHOSE PATH WAS ON FIRE
James
Reaney
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my deer return.
swift feet pace the meadow
once more.
ii
their tracks are numberless.
tiny indentations in the snow. witness.
iii
your eyes like a deer's
said the woman to my mother,
you must be a gentle person.
iv
body's thrust, the clear outline of horns,
the deer of my dreams are blue.
v
brushing horns against the wall,
they frighten my mother
alone in the house.vi
no stag. the doe,
three spotted fawns,
down from the mountain
in snow.
vii
wolves too live here.
I hear their howls in the night.
The deer travel in fear.viii
tracks
easy to follow. stains in the snow.
the blood of deer?
viii
tracks easy to follow. stains in the snow. the blood of deer?
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