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Ted Hughes

Ted Hughes

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In the beginning was Scream
Who begat Blood
Who begat Eye
Who begat Fear
Who begat Wing
Who begat Bone
Who begat Granite
Who begat Violet
Who begat Guitar
Who begat Sweat
Who begat Adam
Who begat Mary
Who begat God
Who begat Nothing
Who begat Never
Never Never Never
 
Who begat Crow
 
Screaming for Blood
Grubs, crusts
 
Anything
 
Trembling featherless elbows in the nest’s filth

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Altre opere di Ted Hughes...
Examination at the Womb-Door

Who owns those scrawny little feet… Who owns this bristly scorched—loo… Who owns these still—working lungs… Who owns this utility coat of musc… Who owns these unspeakable guts?…
The Horses

I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost-making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird,— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…
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Full Moon and Little Frieda

A cool small evening shrunk to a d… And you listening. A spider’s web, tense for the dew’… A pail lifted, still and brimming–… To tempt a first star to a tremor.
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Spring

Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, yo… With your fresh thoughts care for,… Ah! as the heart grows older
Thistles

Against the rubber tongues of cows… Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open under a blue—blac… Every one a revengeful burst Of resurrection, a grasphed fistfu…
A Woman Unconscious

Russia and America circle each ot… Threats nudge an act that were wit… A melting of the mould in the moth… Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out:
Era of Giant Lizards

The stick insect sitting at his st… In the little lamp of his belly is… Lost among glittering traffic, and… A toad is stone-motion, mould-prid… The jewel in this head is the wisd…
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Cat and Mouse

On the sheep-cropped summit, under… The mouse crouched, staring out th… It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr…
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Madame Pierre Gautreau, by John Singer Sargent
Song

O lady, when the tipped cup of the… You became soft fire with a cloud’… The difficult stars swam for eyes… You stood, and your shadow was my… You turned, your shadow turned to…
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The Warm and the Cold

Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and a… That can no longer feel. But the carp is in its depth
Crow's Nerve Fails

Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil… Who murdered all these? These living dead, that root in hi… Till he is visibly black?
The Harvest Moon

The flame—red moon, the harvest mo… Rolls along the hills, gently boun… A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upwar… To lie on the bottom of the sky, l…
Lupercalia

The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
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To Paint a Water-Lily

A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves The flies’ furious arena: study These, the two minds of this lady. First observe the air’s dragonfly
The garden of Eden with the fall of man, by Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder
Theology

“No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that’s simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the apple.
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