The Panther by R M Rilke

There are such days when my vision grows weary, and heart feels restless but arrested … and on such days I pray that poetry finds me … it usually does. Here it is for today:

The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance abound a center

in which a mighty will is paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of his pupils

lifts quietly. – And image enters in,

rushes down through the tense, arrested muscles

plunges into the heart and is gone. (by R M Rilke 1905)


Author: Daniela

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