The Panther: Poetry Corner

Der Panther

by Rainer Maria Rilke

His gaze, from the passing of the bars,
Has grown so weary, it cannot hold anything anymore.
He feels as if there were a thousand bars,
And behind the thousand bars no world.

The soft tread of supple strong steps
That turns in the tiniest of circles
Is like a dance of strength around a center
Wherein a mighty will stands, paralyzed.

Only at times the curtain of the pupil
Slides up, without a sound – . Then a picture enters,
Goes through the limbs tense stillness,
And in the heart ceases to be.

(translation Jan Hauenstein)

(header image: Snow Leopard by ryuuji)

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