On Westminster Bridge por Ted Hughes 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
Era of Giant Lizards por Ted Hughes 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 2
Wind por Ted Hughes This house has been far out at sea The woods crashing through darknes Winds stampeding the fields under Floundering black astride and blin Till day rose; then under an orang
Tractor por Ted Hughes 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.
The Minotaur por Ted Hughes 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.
Two Phases por Ted Hughes You had to come Calling my singularity In scorn, Imprisonment. It contained content 1
Examination at the Womb-Door por Ted Hughes 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?
Cat and Mouse por Ted Hughes On the sheep-cropped summit, under The mouse crouched, staring out th It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr
Old Age Gets Up por Ted Hughes Stirs its ashes and embers, its bu An eye powdered over, half melted Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention
The Owl por Ted Hughes 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