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The Tyger ( a Blake-Light Tragic Treatise on 'Man')
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After 'the Great Poet' Ranier Maria Rilke's, 'The Jaguar'
which I never quite understood, until I spent 3 days in the hole, alone on cold concrete and steel


Tiger, tiger,
 1
burning bright,
 2
through mine sorrows
 3
and black nights --
 4
 
 
Oh, what altar-light of lunacy
 5
doth thou shine --
 6
tis but my own mind!
 7
 
 
Thou framed face's
 8
patient
 9
striped
 10
peeking
 11
from back of my brain --
 12
 
 
I feel your pace-tensed muscles,
 13
and ever recall your predator stare,
 14
 
 
I sense it in my sleep
 15
and is ever-present in my waking hours --
 16
 
 
Longing
 17
Hungry
 18
Sure
 19
 
 
Now it comes that my stomach knots
 20
with thou feline hunger
 21
and intensly numb
 22
flirtatious pawing play --
 23
 
 
Watching rodents dance and play
 24
from behind holy, candle-lit yellow
 25
nighttime window frames --
 26
 
 
This primal and material urge,
 27
borne from my chest,
 28
projected outward,
 29
hunting down each minute of my days,
 30
borne outward from my mourning--
 31
 
 
Never, till now, have I
 32
attained such pinnacles
 33
as your primordial sorrow--
 34
 
 
I still wonder at what man may someday be,
 35
but you, my tyger --
 36
 
 
You have always known,
 37
eternally,
 38
what you long to be
 39

18 Feb 19


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