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Written by Alec Derwent (A D) Hope | Create an image from this poem

Tiger

 At noon thepaper tigers roar 
-- Miroslav Holub

The paper tigers roar at noon; 
The sun is hot, the sun is high. 
They roar in chorus, not in tune, 
Their plaintive, savage hunting cry.

O, when you hear them, stop your ears 
And clench your lids and bite your tongue. 
The harmless paper tiger bears 
Strong fascination for the young.

His forest is the busy street; 
His dens the forum and the mart; 
He drinks no blood, he tastes no meat: 
He riddles and corrupts the heart.

But when the dusk begins to creep 
From tree to tree, from door to door, 
The jungle tiger wakes from sleep 
And utters his authentic roar.

It bursts the night and shakes the stars
Till one breaks blazing from the sky;
Then listen! If to meet it soars
Your heart's reverberating cry,

My child, then put aside your fear: 
Unbar the door and walk outside! 
The real tiger waits you there; 
His golden eyes shall be your guide.

And, should he spare you in his wrath,
The world and all the worlds are yours;
And should he leap thejungle path
And clasp you with his bloody jaws,

Then say, as his divine embrace 
Destroys the mortal parts of you: 
I too am of that royal race 
Who do what we are born to do.


Written by Frank O'Hara | Create an image from this poem

Poem

The clouds ache bleakly
and when they can manage it 
crush someone's head in
without a sound of anger.
This is a brutal mystery.

We meet in the streets
with our hands in our pockets
and snarl guiltily at each other
as if we had flayed a cloud
or two in our salad days.

Lots of things do blame us;
and in moments when I forget
how cruel we really should be
I often have to bite my tongue
to keep from being guilty.

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