A pair of foxes, disrupting the snow,
Were trampling the edge of the nuptial den;
At dusk, their hard love reveals to surrounding brush
Their burning thirst in crumbs of blood.
*The Creuse is a department in central France named after the Creuse River.
Demi-Jour en Creuse
Un couple de renards bouleversait la neige,
Piétinant l’orée du terrier nuptial;
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It took a while to get used to the way they bundle things, the French, the brown
paper, string-ties, flashy bags with handles. It took some time to suss out
the three trees guarded the entrance to a smaller road,
and by the time Marcel’s carriage had turned
down another lane he found he had not finished
thinking about them, how their gloved branches
had brushed him aside