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Poem about a big cat in a zoo that I can't find
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For reasons too dull to go into... I was thinking about a poem about a big cat that I studied doing night school English, but I can't for the life of me find it.
The only definitive thing I can remember about it was something about the movement of the muscles under the skin reminding the poet of bowling balls...I think? But I'm not managing to find it.
Anyone know the poem , or willing to use their superior Googling skills to help me find it?
Thanks in advance
The only definitive thing I can remember about it was something about the movement of the muscles under the skin reminding the poet of bowling balls...I think? But I'm not managing to find it.
Anyone know the poem , or willing to use their superior Googling skills to help me find it?
Thanks in advance
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Second Glance at a Jaguar - Ted Hughes
Skinful of bowls he bowls them,
The hip going in and out of joint, dropping the spine
With the urgency of his hurry
Like a cat going along under thrown stones, under cover,
Glancing sideways, running
Under his spine. A terrible, stump-legged waddle
Second Glance at a Jaguar - Ted Hughes
Skinful of bowls he bowls them,
The hip going in and out of joint, dropping the spine
With the urgency of his hurry
Like a cat going along under thrown stones, under cover,
Glancing sideways, running
Under his spine. A terrible, stump-legged waddle
Found in its entirety here http://mikaelacastled...jaguar-by-ted-hughes/
Before I had finished reading your question I was certain you were thinking of equally as awesome poem The Panther, by Rainer Maria Rilke. It might interest you:
The Panther
Translation by A. S. Kline
His gaze is so wearied from the bars
Passing by, that it can hold no more.
It’s as if a thousand bars were given him:
And behind the thousand bars, no world.
The soft pace of his powerful, supple stride,
That draws him round in tightened circles,
Is like the dance of force about a centre,
In which a greater will stands paralysed.
Only, at times, the curtain of his pupils
Silently rises – Then an image enters,
Rushes through his tense, arrested limbs,
And echoing, inside his heart, is gone.
Before I had finished reading your question I was certain you were thinking of equally as awesome poem The Panther, by Rainer Maria Rilke. It might interest you:
The Panther
Translation by A. S. Kline
His gaze is so wearied from the bars
Passing by, that it can hold no more.
It’s as if a thousand bars were given him:
And behind the thousand bars, no world.
The soft pace of his powerful, supple stride,
That draws him round in tightened circles,
Is like the dance of force about a centre,
In which a greater will stands paralysed.
Only, at times, the curtain of his pupils
Silently rises – Then an image enters,
Rushes through his tense, arrested limbs,
And echoing, inside his heart, is gone.
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