Just in time....
The poem is from Rainer Maria Rilke: Der Panther.
He wrote it 1902 in Paris, Jardin des Plantes.
I wrote the first part with the sewing machine on lutradur.
I found a translation here.
The Panther
His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted
with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
and no more world beyond them than before.
Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
in tiniest of circles, well might be
the dance of forces round a center where
some mighty will stands paralyticly.
Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,
and end its being in the heart.
with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
and no more world beyond them than before.
Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
in tiniest of circles, well might be
the dance of forces round a center where
some mighty will stands paralyticly.
Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,
and end its being in the heart.
[Rainer Maria Rilke]
What a wonderful poem and your tag is brilliant for it! Lovely xx
ReplyDeletePerfect tag for a very touching poem.
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