Tiger
o unspeakable night of nights
that burning darkness which aches and bites
and you streaked beast in the shrub
I knew you were near and I went on and shrugged
o your looming presence among the leaves
o the cry of the soul which silently heaves
the madness of the heart the craving of the mind you were behind
with paws and teeth and a hoarse groan
I heard the footsteps and I was alone
there were the trees and there was the moon
there was the fear and there was a tune
o shivers and phantasies beyond all hopes
o what kind of wind which wakens and dopes
what kind of scream and what kind of delight
what kind of secret you streaked knight of night

                                                                                         [Gábor Kovács]


 

 

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