The poem describes a boxer who is battered and bruised after a fight. His body is heavily damaged, with scabs on his knees, a mountain-like chest, and tree-thick legs. He sits in a pool of his own blood, spitting more blood like a fountain, as the crowd leaves the ring jeering at him. The boxer dreads the insults that feel like blows raining down on his already damaged head.
The poem describes a boxer who is battered and bruised after a fight. His body is heavily damaged, with scabs on his knees, a mountain-like chest, and tree-thick legs. He sits in a pool of his own blood, spitting more blood like a fountain, as the crowd leaves the ring jeering at him. The boxer dreads the insults that feel like blows raining down on his already damaged head.
The poem describes a boxer who is battered and bruised after a fight. His body is heavily damaged, with scabs on his knees, a mountain-like chest, and tree-thick legs. He sits in a pool of his own blood, spitting more blood like a fountain, as the crowd leaves the ring jeering at him. The boxer dreads the insults that feel like blows raining down on his already damaged head.
Kentucky Poems: "Some reckon time by stars, And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours."