2 thoughts on “HE SAID HE WOULD STOP THEM. DID HE?”
Manimal
I came into this world like a puzzled
panther
Wanting to be caged
But something stood in the way
I was never quite tamed
I crossed the paths of right and wrong
And saw them take their toll
I saw armies that marched
And like animals they crawled
Evolution is a process too slow
To save my soul
But I’ve got this creature on my back
And it just won’t let go
If I am only an animal
Then I can do no wrong
But they say something better
So I’ve gotta hold on
Der Panter
by Rainer Maria Rilke
THE PANTHER
Jardin des Plantes, Paris
The bars go by, and watching them his sight
grows tired and fails to grasp what eyes are for.
There are a thousand bars, it seems to him;
behind the thousand bars there’s nothing more.
The supple gait of swift and powerful steps
pacing out its circle on the ground
is like a dance of strength around a center
in which a great bewildered mind is bound.
Yet now and then the curtain of the pupil
silently parts: a picture goes inside,
slips through the tightened limbs, and in the heart
ceases to be, like something that has died.
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Manimal
I came into this world like a puzzled
panther
Wanting to be caged
But something stood in the way
I was never quite tamed
I crossed the paths of right and wrong
And saw them take their toll
I saw armies that marched
And like animals they crawled
Evolution is a process too slow
To save my soul
But I’ve got this creature on my back
And it just won’t let go
If I am only an animal
Then I can do no wrong
But they say something better
So I’ve gotta hold on
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Der Panter
by Rainer Maria Rilke
THE PANTHER
Jardin des Plantes, Paris
The bars go by, and watching them his sight
grows tired and fails to grasp what eyes are for.
There are a thousand bars, it seems to him;
behind the thousand bars there’s nothing more.
The supple gait of swift and powerful steps
pacing out its circle on the ground
is like a dance of strength around a center
in which a great bewildered mind is bound.
Yet now and then the curtain of the pupil
silently parts: a picture goes inside,
slips through the tightened limbs, and in the heart
ceases to be, like something that has died.
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