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Leslie Norris
George Leslie Norris (21 May 1921 – 6 April 2006), was a prize-winning Welsh poet and short story writer.
He has won many prizes for his literary works.
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
But he’s locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.
Stanza 1
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
Stanza 2
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
Stanza 3
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
Stanza 4
But he’s locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
Stanza 5
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.
a
b
c
b
a
b
c
b
a
b
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
But he’s locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.
c
b
a
b
c
b
a
b
c
b
JUXTAPOSITION
The caged tiger in the zoo
The free tiger in the forest.
Caged
CONTRAST
Quiet and Snarling/Terrorizing
Stalking and Lurking/Sliding
PERSONIFICATION
He (Stanza 1), Rage (Stanza 1) and Ignoring (Stanza 4)
Free
He stalks in his vivid stripes
The few steps of his cage,
On pads of velvet quiet,
In his quiet rage.
He should be lurking in shadow,
Sliding through long grass
Near the water hole
Where plump deer pass.
He should be snarling around houses
At the jungle’s edge,
Baring his white fangs, his claws,
Terrorising the village!
But he’s locked in a concrete cell,
His strength behind bars,
Stalking the length of his cage,
Ignoring visitors.
He hears the last voice at night,
The patrolling cars,
And stares with his brilliant eyes
At the brilliant stars.
METAPHOR
Pads of velvet
REPETITION
Quiet (Stanza 1) Stalk (Stanza 1 and 5)
ENJAMBMENT
(Stanza 2, Lines 3 and 4)
(Stanza 3, Lines 1 and 2)
Caged
IMAGERY
Snarling, Lurking, Sliding
Style
The poet keeps on shifting between the cage and the natural habitat of a tiger to draw a comparison between the behaviour of the tiger in these separate settings.
Tone
The poet's tone is pessimistic and sad.
Mood
The mood keeps shifting between gloomy and terrifying.