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His glance, worn by the passing of the bars
has grown so weary it has lost its hold
It seems to him there are a thousand bars
and then behind a thousand bars no world.
The soft gait of the supple, forceful paces
revolving on a circle almost nil
is like a dance of power that embraces
a core containing, dazed, a mighty will.
Rarely the pupil’s curtain, soundlessly, is raised
and then an image enters him
goes through the silent tension of the limbs
and in his heart ceases to be.
(Author Unknown – )
I love this poem. I feel the potential in the images. What might be beyond the cages I’ve constructed in my mind and the latent or dormant power I have to open the door…….
Hi girl! The poem is by Rainer Maria Rilke, a German poet. Check out more by him if you like The Panther.
Cheers! Maries
Thank you so much Maries! This poem was given to be by a lover about 17 years ago and I have always wondered who the author was. I will definately be checking out more of his work!