Poems by Ted Hughes
Wind
... Now deep In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip ...
Last Load
... Your sweat tracks through your dust, your shirt flaps chill, ...
Crow's Nerve Fails
... These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood ...
How To Paint A Water Lily
... Which, deep in both worlds, can be still ...
Work and Play
... But the serpent of cars that crawls through the dust ...
Wodwo
... to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees ...
Full Moon and Little Frieda
... Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm ...
A Cranefly In September
... The frayed apple leaves, the grunting raven, the defunct tractor ...
Light
... Which led from leaf, upward, and back down to leaf ...
Lovesong
... His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to ...
from Odes: 15 ["Nothing"]
... s craft and the word spoken in shapeless night, the ...
Villon
... trodden down the scrub of the desert, run the white moon to a schedule, ...
from Odes: 36 ["See! Their verses are laid"]
... between stones as the frieze strides ...
from Odes: 10. Chorus of Furies
... He will shrink, his manhood leave him, slough selfaware ...
Coda
... Who, swinging his axe ...
