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 around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Comments (22)

An inevitable cautious love survives all concerned!
what wonderful characters, you have a talent for describing a scene so poignantly, it is active, alive, and engrossing. Truly captures a moment with its presence of mind. Your characters are deep, I feel like I know them.
You've summed the situation up perfectly Al, I don't know who to feel sorrier for. Love, Jez
Allie... I have spent much time with you today. You never fail to awe me and lift my spirits. If thousands of miles of water did not seperate us, I would insist you and yours join me for a long lunch. You...are simply the best. With warmest thoughts and wishes, Jasper
a beautiful poem... full of love
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