BLOODHOUND
Bloodhound in front of my heart
Watching over my fire
You that feed on bitter kidneys
In the suburb of my misery
With the wet flame of your tongue lick
The salt of my sweat
The sugar of my death
Bloodhound in my flesh
Catch the dreams that fly off from me
Bark at the white ghosts
Bring back to their pen
All my gazelles
And savage the ankles of my fleeting angel
-Translated by Michael Hamburger
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