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