THE PANTHER
From seeing the bars, his seeing is so exhausted
that it no longer holds anything anymore.
To him the world is bars, a hundred thousand
bars, and behind the bars, nothing.
The lithe swinging of that rhythmical easy stride
which circles down to the tiniest hub
is like a dance of energy around a point
in which a great will stands stunned and numb.
Only at times the curtains of the pupil rise
without a sound … then a shape enters,
slips though the tightened silence of the shoulders,
reaches the heart, and dies.
(Rainer Maria Rilke translated by Robert Bly)
Motiv | 2.7 × 1.8 cm, Aquarell |
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Papier | 300g Aquarellpapier |
Format | 20 × 20 cm |