Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies
behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast & red-stained throat.
The hounds gloat.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back
to the boat.
2007-08-24 06:54:30 · 2 answers · asked by Nazmul A 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
A bit better than the rest, but horrific in meaning. Apparently, somebody (a woman, our "sister") has been killed by "hounds". I have no idea if it refers to somebody in particular.
2007-08-24 19:54:03 · answer #1 · answered by Lady Annabella-VInylist 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This is another (para VIII) from Jim Morrison's existentialistic rant from the Lords and New Creatures. If you drop some acid (an illegal practice which I do NOT condone), have someone read it to you out loud, imagine a combination of conquistador pillage, deforestation by "the man" and the war in Viet Nam and you'll have a pretty good approximation to where he was coming from.
2007-08-26 11:52:03 · answer #2 · answered by Kevin S 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋