Ted Hughes Poems
|1.||The Child Is Father To The Man||2/20/2015|
|2.||Macaw And Little Miss||1/3/2003|
|5.||How To Paint A Water Lily||1/1/2004|
|7.||Work And Play||1/3/2003|
|10.||Old Age Gets Up||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Seven Sorrows||10/16/2005|
|14.||Examination At The Womb-Door||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Warm And The Cold||1/3/2003|
|18.||Crow's Nerve Fails||1/3/2003|
|19.||A Woman Unconscious||1/13/2003|
|22.||The Harvest Moon||1/3/2003|
|24.||Full Moon And Little Frieda||1/3/2003|
|26.||Bride And Groom Lie Hidden For Three Days||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 ...
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.