at five in teoon.

  it ly five in teoon.

  a boy brouge s

  at five in teoon.

  a frail of lime ready prepared

  at five in teoon.

  t h alone.

  ttonwool

  at five in teoon.

  and ttered crystal and nickel

  at five in teoon.

  nole

  at five in teoon.

  and a ted ho

  at five in teoon.

  tring struck up

  at five in teoon.

  arsenic bells and smoke

  at five in teoon.

  groups of silence in the coers

  at five in teoon.

  and t!

  at five in teoon.

  of snow was coming

  at five in teoon,

  wh iodine

  at five in teoon.

  deathe wound

  at five in teoon.

  at five in teoon.

  at five oclock in teoon.

  a coffin on wheels is his bed

  at five in teoon.

  bones and flutes resound in his ears

  at five in teoon.

  nohrough his forehead

  at five in teoon.

  t h agony

  at five in teoon.

  in tance the gangrene now comes

  at five in teoon.

  hrough green groins

  at five in teoon.

  the wounds were buing like suns

  at five in teoon.

  at five in teoon.

  a fatal five in teoon!

  it he clocks!

  it eoon!

  i see it!

  tell to come,

  for i do not to see the blood

  of ignacio on the sand.

  i see it!

  the moon wide open.

  ill clouds,

  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 hos 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!

  a!

  remendous he final

  banderillas of darkness!

  but now end.

  nohe grass

  open h sure fingers

  the flower of his skull.

  and now singing;

  singing along marshes and meadows,

  sliden on frozen hos,

  faltering soulles in t

  stoumbling over a thousand hoofs

  like a long, dark, sad tongue,

  to form a pool of agony

  close to tarry guadalquivir.

  oe wall of spain!

  oh, black bull of sorrow!

  oh, hard blood of ignacio!

  oingale of his veins!

  no.

  i see it!

  no cain it,

  no s,

  no frost of lig,

  nor song nor deluge og we lilies,

  no glass can cover mit h silver.

  no.

  i see it!

  stone is a forehead where dreames grieve

  curving ers and frozen cypresses.

  stone is a so bear time

  rees formed of tears and ribbons and planets.

  i ohe waves

  raising tender riddle arms,

  to avoid being caugone

  heir blood.

  for stone gathers seed and clouds,

  skeleton larks and wolves of penumbra:

  but yields not sounds nor crystals nor fire,

  only bull rings and bull rings and more bull rings walls.

  noone.

  all is finis is emplate his face:

  death pale sulphur

  and aur.

  all is finisrates h.

  t,

  and love, soaked tears of snow,

  self on the herd.

  is tenctles down.

  e are which fades away,

  ingales

  and being filled hless holes.

  true!

  nobody sings he coer,

  nobody pricks terrifies t.

  not the round eyes

  to see a c.

  to see those men of hard voice.

  t break e rivers;

  ton who sing

  .

  to see tone.

  before th broken reins.

  i to kno

  for tain stripped doh.

  i to s like a river

  s and deep shores,

  to take t looses itself

  ing of the bulls.

  loses itself in the moon

  bull,

  loses itself in t song of fishes

  and in te t of frozen smoke.

  i dont to cover h handkerchiefs

  t used to th he carries.

  go, ignacio, feel not t bellowing

  sleep, fly, rest: even the sea dies!

  t knoree,

  nor ts in your own house.

  teoon do not know you

  because you have dead forever.

  tone does not know you

  nor ttered.

  your silent memory does not know you

  because you have died forever

  tumn e snails,

  misty grapes and clustered hills,

  but no one o your eyes

  because you have died forever.

  because you have died for ever,

  like all th,

  like all tten

  in a heap of lifeless dogs.

  nobady kno i sing of you.

  for posterity i sing of your profile and grace.

  of turity of your understanding.

  of your appetite for deataste of its mouth.

  of t gaiety.

  it ime, if ever, before there is bo

  an andalusian so true, so ricure.

  i sing of groan,

  and i remember a sad breeze trees.