Eskimo – Anonymous

 

Summer skin tent with an old Eskimo woman in f...

Far inland

go my sad thoughts.

It is too much

never to leave this bench.

I want to wander

far inland.

 

I remember

hunting animals,

the good food.

It is too much

never to leave this bench.

I want to wander

far inland.

 

I hunted

like men. I carried

weapons, shot reindeer,

bull, cow, and calf,

killed them with my arrows

one evening

when almost winter

twilight fell

far inland.

 

I remember

how I struggled

inland

under the dropping sky

of snow.

The earth is white

far inland.

 

WB, adapted from Knud Rasmussen

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