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Rainer Maria Rilke

The Panther
His gaze,
going past those bars, has got so misted
with
tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as
though a thousand bars existed,
and no

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 paralyticly.


Just now
and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
is lifted.
-
Then an image will indart,
down
through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,

and end its
being in the heart
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Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath 282 poems by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

 

 

 

 

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