On a cold winter’s day, a little lemming
came out of his warm hole. He looked about him, shivered, shook himself, and sang:
like a vast belly,
around my burrow.
The air is clear,
no clouds in sight:
icy weather! Aiee!
I’m freezing! freezing!
poem, recorded in the 1920
s by Knud Rasmussen
and translated by Tom Lowenstein
, from Eskimo Poems from Canada and Greenland