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The Panther

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His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
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Jacques Van Damme 12 February 2010

A translation by Stephen Cohn: The bars which pass and strike across hisgaze have stunned his sight: the eyes have lost their hold. To him it seems there are athousand bars, a thousand bars, and nothing else. No World And pacing out that mean, constricted ground, so quiet, supple, powerful his stride is like a ritual dance performed around the centre where his baffled will survives. The silent shutter of his eye sometimes slides open to admit some thing outside; an image runs through each expectant limb and penetrates his heart and dies

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Richard Tattershall 25 January 2012

How many millions of us have visited to a zoo and seen that same scene of an animal behind bars, felt a little unease or even a trace of empathy but then did nothing. It takes a very special genius to see what millions of others have seen and say something that while the others sensed it, themselves did nothing.

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Andrew Hoellering 15 January 2010

Der Panther Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe So müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält. Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt. Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte, Der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht, Ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte, In der betäubt ein großer Wille steht. Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille Sich lautlos auf. - Dann geht ein Bild hinein, geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille - Und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.

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Eilonwe Shirotsume 02 August 2009

I prefer J.B. Leishman's translation: THE PANTHER His gaze those bars keep passing is so misted with tiredness, it can take in nothing more. He feels as though a thousand bars existed, and no more world beyond them than before. Those supply-powerful paddings, turning there in tiniest of circles, well might be the dance of forces round a center where some mighty will stands paralytically. Just now and then the pupil's noiseless shutter is lifted. - Then an image will indart, down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter, and end it's being in the heart.

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I become so emotional whenever I read this poem. It is the most beautifully written poem I have ever read. It is wonderfully descriptive in a very unique way.

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Emil H. 03 September 2021

please the few last words in this poem: und er hört im herzen auf zu sein: mean: he first stop existing in our hearts- when we die, when no hope is left, we first stop dying in our hearts.

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Ruta Mohapatra 05 May 2018

The poet has a lot of empathy for the poor beast trapped behind bars. We all love our freedom!

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Arun Bhatdwaj 07 December 2017

What a beautiful ecpression.

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Jane Urhobocha Ejobofor 15 February 2017

well described.... well penned... thanks for sharing

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Jozef Neumann 27 August 2016

A very powerful poem. Great work, Rainer Maria.

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