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Ted Hughes

Ted Hughes

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In the beginning was Scream
Who begat Blood
Who begat Eye
Who begat Fear
Who begat Wing
Who begat Bone
Who begat Granite
Who begat Violet
Who begat Guitar
Who begat Sweat
Who begat Adam
Who begat Mary
Who begat God
Who begat Nothing
Who begat Never
Never Never Never
 
Who begat Crow
 
Screaming for Blood
Grubs, crusts
 
Anything
 
Trembling featherless elbows in the nest’s filth

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Bawdry Embraced

Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy… Like buttocks, and with buttocks l… Two white sows jammed in a sty doo… Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock… Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back…
Full Moon and Little Frieda

A cool small evening shrunk to a d… And you listening. A spider’s web, tense for the dew’… A pail lifted, still and brimming–… To tempt a first star to a tremor.
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Madame Pierre Gautreau, by John Singer Sargent
Song

O lady, when the tipped cup of the… You became soft fire with a cloud’… The difficult stars swam for eyes… You stood, and your shadow was my… You turned, your shadow turned to…
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Tractor

The tractor stands frozen —an agon… To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. No… A spill of molten ice, smoking sno… Pours into its steel.
Era of Giant Lizards

The stick insect sitting at his st… In the little lamp of his belly is… Lost among glittering traffic, and… A toad is stone-motion, mould-prid… The jewel in this head is the wisd…
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Old Age Gets Up

Stirs its ashes and embers, its bu… An eye powdered over, half melted… Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention
The Building of Westminster Bridge, by Samuel Scott
On Westminster Bridge

A shattered army, Thames’ filthy… Not a beautiful spectacle For the drinkers of history, or fo… Or my friends, this island’s paral… Wordsworth’s head went down here s…
How to Paint a Water Lily

To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves The flies’ furious arena: study These, the two minds of this lady.
Examination at the Womb-Door

Who owns those scrawny little feet… Who owns this bristly scorched—loo… Who owns these still—working lungs… Who owns this utility coat of musc… Who owns these unspeakable guts?…
A Woman Unconscious

Russia and America circle each ot… Threats nudge an act that were wit… A melting of the mould in the moth… Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out:
Paolo and Francesca da Rimini, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Lovesong

He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole pa… He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she suc… She wanted him complete inside her
 2
The Dove Breeder

Love struck into his life Like a hawk into a dovecote. What a cry went up! Every gentle pedigree dove Blindly clattered and beat,
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After Lorca

The clock says “When will it be m… The sun says “Noon hurt me.” The river cries with its mouthful… And the sea moves every way withou… Out of my ear grew a reed
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The Owl

I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
The Minotaur

The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother’s heirloom sideboard— Mapped with the scars of my whole… That came under the hammer.



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