Academic journal article Flannery O'Connor Review

Three Sonnets from Andalusian Hours

Academic journal article Flannery O'Connor Review

Three Sonnets from Andalusian Hours

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Bullfight, Georgia Rules

She looked back and saw that the bull, his head lowered, was racing toward her. She remained perfectly still, not in fright, but in freezing unbelief. . . . One of his horns sank until it pierced her heart and the other curved around her side and held her in an unbreakable grip. (CS 333)

He loved her, though, Lord knows, she did not

deserve it. But who among us does?

He picked her, pricked her, found the sweet spot-

no one more surprised than she was

to find out God tendered her so dear.

He borrowed Zeus' trick to come this near

a mortal woman. That got him through the door.

And though she was tough, she was no matador.

No dancer with a cape, no artist with a knife.

She'd never once faced down death her whole life.

He came to her like fact wearing horns

and heavy flesh. All her life she scorned

the fools who trusted prayer, not native wit.

Still, as she bled out, she was having none of it.

Flannery & James

No I can't see James Baldwin in Georgia. It would cause the greatest trouble and disturbance and disunion. In New York it would be nice to meet him; here it would not. I observe the traditions of the society I feed upon-it's only fair. Might as well expect a mule to fly as me to see James Baldwin in Georgia. (25 Apr. 1959, HB 329)

It's not as if he ain't a good man

or that much of what he says isn't true.

You imagine him easing on my porch,

Regina serving cake and sweet tea,

three of us chatting like old friends. …

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