The Jaguar
The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.
The parrots shrick as if they were in fire, or strut
Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut.
Fatigue with indolence, tiger and lion
Lie still as the sun. The boa-constrictor's coil
Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or
Stinks of sleeps from the breathing straw.
It might be painted on a nursery wall.
But who runslike the rest past these arrives
At a cage where the crowds stands, stares, mesmerized,
As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged
Through prison darkness after drills of his eyes
On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom-
The eye satisfied to be blind in fire,
By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear -
He spins from the bars, but there's no cage to him
More than to the visionary his cell:
His stride is wildness of freedom:
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel.
Over the cage floor the horizons comes.
Ted Hughes in The Hawk in The Rain
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