The Jaguar

The Jaguar

Ursula K. Le Guin

the ghost of a jaguar walks through the fence
the jaguar is our freedom

a friend gave me a precious thing
a little fragment of the Berlin wall

but this wall they are building
straight across my heartland

with our flag draped across it
is the coffin of my country

hands reach through the gaps
to clasp, until the gaps are sealed

and even music
cannot get through

but only the ghosts
of all we have betrayed

this is the wall of lamentation
the grave of the jaguar

17 July 2017




A Border Fence Blurred Through Art

by Erica Berenstein and Fernanda Santos

The New York Times


About Ursula K. Le Guin

Ursula K. Le Guin is a founding member of Book View Cafe. Her most recent BVC ebook is MY LIFE SO FAR, BY PARD, translated from the Feline by UKL.
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2 Responses to The Jaguar

  1. John Platt says:

    Haunting and powerful. Thank you.

  2. Adam says:

    Since the invention of walls people have gone over, under, and through them.
    I believe this fact defines human nature more profoundly than the walls ever will.

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