Der Panther

His eyes became from passing bars

so weary, that they hold no sight.

He feels there were a thousand bars,

behind the thousand bars no light.

The soft gait of the lithe strong pace

in cramped circles on a narrow spot

is like a dance of force around a place

in which a dazed great will does moan its lot.

At times, the curtain of his vision

Silently slides aside -. An image enters then,

goes through the members' quiet tension,

ceasing existence deep in his heart's den.

English ©: Guntram Deichsel, Biberach on the Riss, Germany