Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches ...
On the great walls of ancient cloisters were nailed Murals displaying Truth the saint, Whose effect, reheating the pious entrails ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan, This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road. We ...
In your bosom we wake up with fear, In your sky there's only unending tears, You always roar, but within, ...
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
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