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)