The jungle breathes on padded paws
Prowling low and near,
Eyes bestowing what they seek
Piercing green and clear.
To the shadows He will blend
within stealthy-black,
On razor's edge, to claw and claim...
Splintering at back.
Night drops quick
Fangs now slip...deeper as they go
Such paralyzing beauty
of his glare that is aglow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi, Kim. I find some good description here. I notice you have a poem to (dear) Rilke. You've probably read his one about the panther in the zoo, then, yes? I think that's about an animal in the zoo, that civilization has pent up and destroyed, though. You've probably also read Blake's 'Tiger'. Some of those numinous qualities come through here, too.