The Goring
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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Arena dust rusted by four bulls\' blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowd\'s truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-judged
stabs,
The strongest will seemed a will towards ceremony. Obese, dark-
Faced in his rich yellows, tassels, pompons, braid, the picador
Rode out against the fifth bull to brace his pike and slowly bear
Down deep into the bent bull-neck. Cumbrous routine, not artwork.
Instinct for art began with the bull\'s horn lofting in the mob\'s
Hush a lumped man-shape. The whole act formal, fluent as a dance.
Blood faultlessly broached redeemed the sullied air, the earth\'s grossness.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 109
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 11
- Actualizat
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Sylvia Plath. “The Goring.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/the-goringIntrebari frecvente
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