Sunday, October 16, 2011

Snape Poem #7

HOLY CRAP, IT'S THE LAST SNAPE POEM. Well... Good. Finding poems that relate to Snape was hard. I guess that's why I'm not a Hufflepuff. Anyway...

The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke

His gaze, going past those bars, has got so misted
with tiredness, it can take in nothing more.
He feels as though a thousand bars existed,
and no more world beyond them than before.

Those supply powerful paddings, turning there
in tiniest of circles, well might be
the dance of forces round a centre where
some mighty will stands paralyticly.

Just now and then the pupils' noiseless shutter
is lifted. - Then an image will indart,
down through the limbs' intensive stillness flutter,
and end its being in the heart.


I think this fits the Death Eater side of Snape very well--partly because it's called 'The Panther,' and I like to think of him as a panther. But otherwise, it's almost exactly like his inner state, especially after a Death Eater meeting. He's still officially a Death Eater, and he reports to Dumbledore, but he's tired of all the secrecy and harm.

No comments:

Post a Comment