God’s Grandeur (Ted Hughes Poems)
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
Ted Hughes Poems (28 Poems)
Spring & Fall: To A Young Child (Ted Hughes Poem)
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
How To Paint A Water Lily (Ted Hughes Poem)
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Lineage (Ted Hughes Poem)
In the beginning was Scream Who begat Blood Who begat Eye Who begat Fear Who begat Wing Who begat Bone ...
The Child Is Father To The Man (Ted Hughes Poem)
'The child is father to the man.' How can he be? The words are wild. Suck any sense from that ...
Pied Beauty (Ted Hughes Poem)
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple ...
The Minotaur (Ted Hughes Poem)
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother's heirloom sideboard- Mapped with the scars ...
The Owl (Ted Hughes Poem)
I saw my world again through your eyes As I would see it again through your children's eyes. Through your ...
Crow’s Nerve Fails (Ted Hughes Poems)
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living ...
Crow’s Fall (Ted Hughes Poems)
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white. He decided it glared much too whitely. He decided ...
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days (Ted Hughes Poem)
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Full Moon and Little Frieda (Ted Hughes Poem)
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket - And you listening. A ...
Theology (Ted Hughes Poem)
"No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that's simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the ...
September (Ted Hughes Poem)
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the arms hold ...
Earth-Moon (Ted Hughes Poem)
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
Thrushes (Ted Hughes Poem)
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
Old Age Gets Up (Ted Hughes Poem)
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that ...
Work and Play (Ted Hughes Poem)
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
Thistles (Ted Hughes Poem)
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
The Warm and the Cold (Ted Hughes Poem)
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
A Woman Unconscious (Ted Hughes Poem)
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
Wind (Ted Hughes Poem)
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
Hawk Roosting (Ted Hughes Poem)
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and ...
The Harvest Moon (Ted Hughes Poem)
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and ...
Lovesong (Ted Hughes Poem)
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
The Thought-Fox (Ted Hughes Poem)
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
Examination at the Womb-Door (Ted Hughes Poem)
Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. ...