Category Archives: Hughes Ted

Full Moon and Little Frieda by Ted Hughes

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket – And you listening. A spider’s web, tense for the dew’s touch. A pail lifted, still and brimming – mirror To tempt a first star … Continue reading

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King Of Carrion by Ted Hughes

His palace is of skulls. His crown is the last splinters Of the vessel of life. His throne is the scaffold of bones, the hanged thing’s Rack and final stretcher. His robe is the black of the last blood. His … Continue reading

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Lovesong by Ted Hughes

He loved her and she loved him. His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and … Continue reading

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Cat and Mouse by Ted Hughes

On the sheep-cropped summit, under hot sun, The mouse crouched, staring out the chance It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile prospect – Woods, villages, farms – hummed its heat-heavy Stupor of … Continue reading

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Pike by Ted Hughes

Pike, three inches long, perfect Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold. Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin. They dance on the surface among the flies. Or move, stunned by their own grandeur, Over a bed of … Continue reading

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A Second Glance at a Jaguar by Ted Hughes

Skinful of bowl, he bowls them, The hip going in and out of joint, dropping the spine With the urgency of his hurry Like a cat going along under thrown stones, under cover, Glancing sideways, running Under his spine. A … Continue reading

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The Drowned Woman by Ted Hughes

Millionly-whored, without womb, Her heart already rubbish, Watching the garret death come, This thirty year old miss Walked in park pastoral With bird and bee but no man Where children were catching armsful Of the untouched sun. With plastic handbag, … Continue reading

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