In the animal world, tracing footsteps is the safest way to play. On the snow, on the sand, in the marshy lands, paw prints, easily noticeable prints. i stop back, the ponds you’ve taken a dip, springs that have you favor. for a fox, you do have a thirsty lip, but that’s a benefit a tiger exploits. tiger, i, burn in dark, tiger, i, burns through the dark. nothing’s impudent, nothing’s important. tiger, i, serve cruelty and spark. tiger, i, pray for a prey. tiger, i, is stupid meek and gay. trace on lands, burn on seas, what takes time, tiger takes for free. Death, i mean. tiger, i, cruel at last. tiger, i, won’t you ask? to stay and watch, you take a dip. Life’s the most searched of all. tiger, i, snatches it’s fall. tiger, i, clean the paw. tiger, i, are you appalled? tiger, i, says, love searches none. tiger, i, say hit the gun. tiger, i, killed himself. tiger, i, found what he should not. tiger, i, burned, burned, burned.
i kinda wrote this poem in like 2-minutes and did not put much thought about it. initially, that day I learnt about Thought Fox and Ted Hughes and his use of animals imagery to demonstrate human behaviour (as much i hate him, id agree thats pretty smart).
i initially wanted to write about stalking someone and then coming across something that essentially ricochets back into something that's self harmful. hence, even though the tiger (or you) w(ere)as the predator, turns out you were the prey to your own curiousity (yknow how it killed the cat?)
anyway, the fact remains that there was very little thought given to it. basically William Blake's Tyger was written to be the fiercest creation of God and Hughes's Fox helped him write his poetry, but the Tiger here is both the writer and a self annihilator.
I love the way you confuse me with this one — you’re a predator w an existential crisis or you’re a prey prying at the predator with helplessness
the way you use pray — are you practising or asking for it, I’m stumped
also two great recs at the bottom, I’ll pour my head more when I’m not as hopped up on medicines but genius really
i kinda wrote this poem in like 2-minutes and did not put much thought about it. initially, that day I learnt about Thought Fox and Ted Hughes and his use of animals imagery to demonstrate human behaviour (as much i hate him, id agree thats pretty smart).
i initially wanted to write about stalking someone and then coming across something that essentially ricochets back into something that's self harmful. hence, even though the tiger (or you) w(ere)as the predator, turns out you were the prey to your own curiousity (yknow how it killed the cat?)
anyway, the fact remains that there was very little thought given to it. basically William Blake's Tyger was written to be the fiercest creation of God and Hughes's Fox helped him write his poetry, but the Tiger here is both the writer and a self annihilator.