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 ...
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To wed, or not to wed; that is the question; Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The bills ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
'Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. ...
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
The days of our future stand in front of us like a row of little lit candles -- golden, warm, ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
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AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
It is later than late, the simmered down darkness of the jukebox hour. The hour of drunkenness and cigarettes. The ...
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky, I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's ...
The blatant horns blare strident sound; Delighted, you laugh and seize My passive arm, but I have found Content in ...
The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon. She's a pale, ...
Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted. Heb. 4:15,16; 5:7; Matt. 12:20. With joy we meditate the grace Of our ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
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