Femelle De l'Homme

Fille de marbre, en rut! — CORBIERE

My tiger burns too
But the tiger in the zoo
Is what you wanted
Not the eagle eating out of your hand
Nor the sparrow
Tail-salted.
Oh, the jungle knows
Its aristocrats -
(The Bucks and the Johnsons
Have seen to that!)
Its Cohens hating the Jews
its Negro B.A.’s
Outtipping a white man
In Harlem cafés,
And the tiger in the wilderness
Would sooner the dove as kin confess
Than the tiger in captivity.