Author Ezra Pound The black panther treads at my side, And above my fingers There float the petal-like flames. The milk-white girls Unbend from the holly-trees, And their snow-white leopard Watches to follow our trace. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments