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The Panther by Rainer maria Rilke His gaze has from the passing of the bars become so tired, that it holds nothing more. It seems to him there are a thousand bars and behind a thousand bars no world. The supple pace of powerful soft strides, turning in the very smallest circle, is like a dance of strength around a center in which a great will stands numbed. Only sometimes the curtain of the pupils soundlessly slides up-. Then an image enters, goes through the limbs' taut stillness- and in the… Continue

Pablo Neruda WHITE BEE White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke. I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything. Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my ba… Continue