This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.
At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent og the hills drummed and stained its guyrope
The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap:
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house
Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,
Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.
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Last Tuesday watch
- Thread Starter
- 23-12-2003 18:07
- 23-12-2003 18:08
Well isn't that amazing.
Poetry appreciation with Ted Hughes.
- 23-12-2003 18:21
Well done mate. Good poem
- 23-12-2003 18:34
Reminds me of my English GCSE - oh the memories...
(Original post by loftx)
- 23-12-2003 18:35
Reminds me of my Englidh GCSE - oh the memories...