and the grey bull ring of dreams

    he barreras.

    I  see it!

    Let my memory kindle!

    arm the jasmines

    of suce weness!

    I  see it!

    t world

    passed ongue

    over a snout of blood

    spilled on the sand,

    and the bulls of Guisando,

    partly deatly stone,

    bellouries

    sated h.

    No.

    I  see it!

    Ignacio goes up tiers

    h on his shoulders.

    for the dawn

    but the dawn was no more.

    profile

    and the dream bewilders him

    for iful body

    and encountered his opened blood

    Do not ask me to see it!

    I do not  to  spurt

    eacime rength:

    t spurt t illuminates

    tiers of seats, and spills

    over ther

    of a ty multiude.

    s t I should come near!

    Do not ask me to see it!

    close

    whe horns near,

    but terrible mothers

    lifted their heads.

    And across the ranches,

    an air of secret voices rose,

    sing to celestial bulls,

    .

    there was no prince in Sevilla

    wo him,

    nor sword like his sword

    nor  so true.

    Like a river of lions

    h,

    and like a marble toroso

    ion.

    the air of Andalusian Rome

    gilded his head

    where his smile was a spikenard

    of  and intelligence.

    a great torero in the ring!

    a good peasant in the sierra!

    le he sheaves!

    he spurs!

    ender he dew!