TIGER POEM ...PABLO NERUDA.

TIGER

 I am the tiger.
I stalk you between the leaves
broad as ingots
of wet mineral.

The white river grows
under the fog. You arrive.

Naked you submerge.
I hope.

Then in a jump
of fire, blood, teeth,
of a blow
your chest, your hips.

I drink your blood, I break
your members one by one.

And I stay watching
for years in the jungle
your bones, your ashes,
motionless, far
of hatred and anger,
disarmed in your death,
crossed by lianas,
motionless, far
of hatred and anger,
disarmed in your death,
crossed by lianas,
motionless in the rain,
implacable sentinel
of my killer love.