Poetry

Eye of the Tiger, a photo by rchoephoto on Flickr.


In the very essence of poetry
there is something indecent;
A thing brought forth 
that we didn't know we had in us,
So we blink our eyes, 
as if a tiger had sprung out
And stood in the light, 
lashing his tail.

Czeslaw Milosz, Ars Poetica?