Let us look for a third tiger. This onewill be a form in my dream like all the others,a system and arrangement of human language,and not the tiger of the vertebraewhich, out of reach of all mythology,paces the earth. I know all this, but somethingdrives me to this ancient and vague adventure,unreasonable, and still I keep lookingthroughout the afternoon for the other tiger,the other tiger which is not in this poem.