Poeticous Logo
it
English Español Français Italiano
The garden of Eden with the fall of man, by Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder
Ted Hughes

Ted Hughes

Theology

“No, the serpent did not
Seduce Eve to the apple.
All that’s simply
Corruption of the facts.
 
Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.
 
The serpent, meanwhile,
Sleeps his meal off in Paradise —
Smiling to hear
God’s querulous calling.”

#English

1
5
Ti è piaciuta questa lettura? Offriteci un caffè!.
Il tuo aiuto ci permette di esistere.
Piaciuto o affrontato da...
Altre opere di Ted Hughes...
Crow's Fall

When Crow was white he decided th… He decided it glared much too whit… He decided to attack it and defeat… He got his strength up flush and i… He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
 1
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
 1
 3
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…
 2
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.
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.
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
Thistles

Against the rubber tongues of cows… Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open under a blue—blac… Every one a revengeful burst Of resurrection, a grasphed fistfu…
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?…
Wind

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…
At the Café, by Édouard Manet
Parlour-Piece

With love so like fire they dared… Let it out into strawy small talk; With love so like a flood they dar… Let out a trickle lest the whole c… These two sat speechlessly:
 2
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 Horses

I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost-making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird,— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…
 5
Work and Play

The swallow of summer, she toils a… A blue—dark knot of glittering vol… A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the… But the serpent of cars that crawl… In shimmering exhaust
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.
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:



Alto