Thistles (Ted Hughes Poem)
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
In the whisper of the wind as I shovel the drive in the midst of the storm the crackle of ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
March light hitting a string of small white Christmas lights green wire, trying to blend in with the branches, ready ...
People, random strangers Cool stores Hot blacktop Eyes turn Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing ...
People, random strangers Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing Darkening sky Deep grays Strong edges ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
It's good the great green earth to roam, Where sights of awe the soul inspire; But oh, it's best, the ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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