For Terri Schiavo
Posted on 2005.04.01 at 18:24
The Panther
His gaze with the passing of bars
grown tired, holding only emptiness.
It is to him as though there be a thousand bars
and behind those thousand bars, no world.
The soft gait of gentle yet powerful strides,
that turn in ever smaller circles,
is as a power dance around a center
in which a great will stands benumbed.
Rarely does the pupils' heavy curtain lift --.
Silently allowing an image to enter,
pentrating this void carried by wearied limbs --
quickly it is lost within his heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1907)
His gaze with the passing of bars
grown tired, holding only emptiness.
It is to him as though there be a thousand bars
and behind those thousand bars, no world.
The soft gait of gentle yet powerful strides,
that turn in ever smaller circles,
is as a power dance around a center
in which a great will stands benumbed.
Rarely does the pupils' heavy curtain lift --.
Silently allowing an image to enter,
pentrating this void carried by wearied limbs --
quickly it is lost within his heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1907)
