The bull lunges at you! Run, do not look back, your hands, your mind vacant with fear! You make a stand, whirl, and with hands on hips lean towards the bull's eyes. The animal wavers, snorts and slows to a trot, shaking his horns from side to side. Still at a distance, he turns away to nibble grass. But mind moved by his jaws, he charges blindly, once more to feel your eyes, and lowers his head to the grass at your feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI EPITAPH ON A CHILD by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THE SLEEPING MANSION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |