Black Bandillera Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFGHGGIJKLMNNOP QRQSTUJVDWXYOZDA2ZZJ B2C2ZD2D2ZTZE2SD2ZZD F2 G2ZZD2ZZZZZC2| The flower of a fighting toro | A |
| is mourning affixed since birth | B |
| The path of a fighting toro | A |
| is the arena and later the scales | C |
| If condemned by nature | D |
| to death by the sword | E |
| remember the shrewd cowardice of the fox | F |
| for the bull is not ceremony | G |
| No way out old chap | H |
| One must die properly | G |
| One must die excellently | G |
| to intimidate enemies | I |
| After the fight all the same | J |
| someone by custom | K |
| will mark a sign with chalk | L |
| 'Such and such number of kilograms ' | M |
| A carcass goes by kilograms | N |
| Courage is measured in grams | N |
| A carcass goes for meat | O |
| Courage goes against the pricks | P |
| It's foolish to be daring if | Q |
| it's immaturity of the mind | R |
| It's foolish to be a coward if | Q |
| you're surrounded anyway | S |
| Why fuss in the arena | T |
| You're a fine little bull | U |
| Why pretend to be lame | J |
| Your legs are still strong | V |
| Hey you clumsy malingerer | D |
| Some were stronger than you | W |
| in the end they divide up everyone | X |
| on hooks in the meat shop | Y |
| Fling yourself shabbily to meet | O |
| the hungering band or else | Z |
| for the crowd's pleasure | D |
| the slippery bandilleros will thrust | A2 |
| black banderillas | Z |
| black banderillas | Z |
| like flares of shame | J |
| into the nape of your neck | B2 |
| Fool what's there for you to win | C2 |
| in a miserable game with rogues | Z |
| Those afraid of the fight | D2 |
| are not suited for the corrida | D2 |
| Scraggy streetwalker cows | Z |
| will lure you from the arena | T |
| with delicate little bells | Z |
| well and then under the knife | E2 |
| Since it all ends anyway | S |
| let it end in a sweat | D2 |
| Let the butchers' ballet dancers | Z |
| huff and puff and dance | Z |
| Be a real toro | D |
| Don't lower yourself to the level | F2 |
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| of this crowd made up of | G2 |
| nothing but cowardly bulls | Z |
| Have they given many grams | Z |
| of courage to the world | D2 |
| And the black banderillas | Z |
| the black banderillas | Z |
| graze the walls | Z |
| blinds and door frames | Z |
| plunged into jackets | Z |
| like trembling skin | C2 |
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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