‘Birth’ and ‘Bullfight’ by Duane Carr The Society January 7, 2013 Poetry 1 Comment Birth Yes, I recall that January night when, ushered from your room into the hall, and restless for the nurse’s slightest call, I reread dated news by night-dimmed light, and listened for your voice into the night, and traced the jagged lines that marred the wall, and knew for once I mattered not at all. I only hoped that things would turn out right. Then I remembered what had passed as true and hearing from your room no anguished cries, I realized your pain would not break through, for such indulgence your whole self denies. And when our child emerged as wholly new, I felt in love a strength to split the skies. Bullfight I’d worshipped Lorca, idolled Hemingway before I came down from the Middlewest expecting much of what I saw that day, Medieval pageantry in satin dress. But nothing could prepare me for the rest: the piercing of the spike to wound the bull, the driving of the lance as if to test unwanted meekness, thick blood gushing full to cloak the shoulders, rivulets of red against the sable sides that seemed, instead of evil, innocence, and then the full thrust of the sword behind the lowered head, exposing, with the bellow of the bull dull confusion as the beast fell dead. Duane Carr was born in eastern Kansas, worked on the railroad in Colorado, then attended college, later teaching at the University of New Orleans and Western Kentucky University. He has published a novel, The Bough of Summer, a critical book on Southern literature, A Question of Class, as well as articles and poetry in such periodicals as The Texas Anthology, The Arizona Quarterly and Western Humanities Review. He currently lives in the Ozarks with his writer wife, Pat Carr, three dogs, one cat, and nine chickens. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Elena January 8, 2013 Your poem ”Birth” is very beautiful, especially the last lines: ”And when our child emerged as wholly new, I felt in love a strength to split the skies.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.