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...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IN THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUE AT NEWPORT by EMMA LAZARUS UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |