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  • louise
    On the Death of Manolete You, king, die. Mithra. Where was death Hiding for those ten hours when you lay Endowing Lenares with that great red legend? The
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      On the Death of Manolete

      You, king, die. Mithra. Where was death
      Hiding for those ten hours when you lay
      Endowing Lenares with that great red legend?
      The monster. Dead. Drag the bright corpse away.

      Did the sword shriek in his hand? The sand
      Wept as he fell. You, king, die. The Miura
      Groaned as he gored his god. But the long
      Face of a stone and a saint only set surer

      Into the calm that had always crowned it. You,
      King, die. The killer with a bull's hair on his belly
      Goes towering to his death under a cape.
      Black that Islero honours the place where he fell.

      O expiation! The king and the bull, kissing,
      Enter and share a kingdom. The sword and horn
      Sleep side by side. Justice. You, kings, die.
      Between this man and this bull a myth is born.



      George Barker. A Vision of Beasts and Gods.
      Faber & Faber Ltd. 1954.
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