Ted Hughes Poems
|1.||A Woman Unconscious||1/13/2003|
|2.||Bride And Groom Lie Hidden For Three Days||1/3/2003|
|4.||Crow's Nerve Fails||1/3/2003|
|6.||Examination At The Womb-Door||1/3/2003|
|7.||Full Moon And Little Frieda||1/3/2003|
|9.||How To Paint A Water Lily||1/1/2004|
|12.||Macaw And Little Miss||1/3/2003|
|13.||Old Age Gets Up||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Child Is Father To The Man||2/20/2015|
|18.||The Harvest Moon||1/3/2003|
|21.||The Seven Sorrows||10/16/2005|
|23.||The Warm And The Cold||1/3/2003|
|29.||Work And Play||1/3/2003|
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains
Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing ...
Remember how we picked the daffodils?
Nobody else remembers, but I remember.
Your daughter came with her armfuls, eager and happy,
Helping the harvest. She has forgotten.
She cannot even remember you. And we sold them.
It sounds like sacrilege, but we sold them.
Were we so poor? Old Stoneman, the grocer,
Boss-eyed, his blood-pressure purpling to beetroot
(It was his last chance,