Poems About Ted Hughes Seeking Honest Critique
#TedHughes
But in the Meantime
Time keeps running, counting, thinking
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
Even though for some the gears have stopped
Remembering moments and yet unfeeling
It just sits there as dust settles around
Outside the window the scene changes
Grass and trees grow, some die and some go
Everything material ages
But time less emotions
Bears no weight
It doesn’t wait for anyone
It keeps going forward, unmoved
Characterized by numbers, faces and pieces
Man tries to measure time
Man tries to quantify his existence
It becomes the greatest...
#TimeHeals
#aging
#gratitude #TedHughes
#gratitude #TedHughes
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Gogyoshi Poem, Nr.04 — Cold Wind Blows Hot
A split in the winter curtain
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
where wind slips in from ill-fitting windows
rustling papers, lifting corners of writing-pads
scribing archetypal messages:
despite your technologies, I am here to stay.
#technology
#nature
#evolution
#philosophical
#TedHughes
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Cooked Me Well
You cooked me well, good sir,
with fragments of fire born from lust.
Twisted and torpedoed throughout my loins,
the crushing sense of wonder fails to wane
even on the most deserted of nights.
When hollowed sounds of skipping toads
break the silent grip of shuttered night,
and when the gallops cease to kick
at the token-eyed sparrow
twisting about my latest plight,
till then I confess my allegiance
to each brilliant sky, dawn or midnight.
For it is the stars that truly own me.
Not even myself.
with fragments of fire born from lust.
Twisted and torpedoed throughout my loins,
the crushing sense of wonder fails to wane
even on the most deserted of nights.
When hollowed sounds of skipping toads
break the silent grip of shuttered night,
and when the gallops cease to kick
at the token-eyed sparrow
twisting about my latest plight,
till then I confess my allegiance
to each brilliant sky, dawn or midnight.
For it is the stars that truly own me.
Not even myself.
#TedHughes
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Early Bird
The Earth is soaked over-brim and steaming
See proud red cardinal, it is the first
Early bird, to catch and savor
Terror-limp worm curling under
Slick and silent, lacking cruelty
The sole witness a month-old hare
Bug-eyed the dirty-work is done
And both babe and red king hop-along
To the plucky omnivore
Goes its base-need; survival
The urban-jungle morning has begun
©Tanzen Lilly July 2020
See proud red cardinal, it is the first
Early bird, to catch and savor
Terror-limp worm curling under
Slick and silent, lacking cruelty
The sole witness a month-old hare
Bug-eyed the dirty-work is done
And both babe and red king hop-along
To the plucky omnivore
Goes its base-need; survival
The urban-jungle morning has begun
©Tanzen Lilly July 2020
#birds
#nature
#LifeCycle #TedHughes
#LifeCycle #TedHughes
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Heatwave
Melting tar its smell
Black puddles ripped up, on car tyres
Ray Bans stripped from of the shelf
Factor 75 in the shade retired
Zinc oxide be our war paint
Fissures fingers anger in that temper
In just shorts under the hydrant,
as it sprayed
Mean yellow replacing earths green placenta
Parch(ments) crisp paper
Wall to wall heat, chase shadows east to west
Mother Earth in hot flush beset
Black puddles ripped up, on car tyres
Ray Bans stripped from of the shelf
Factor 75 in the shade retired
Zinc oxide be our war paint
Fissures fingers anger in that temper
In just shorts under the hydrant,
as it sprayed
Mean yellow replacing earths green placenta
Parch(ments) crisp paper
Wall to wall heat, chase shadows east to west
Mother Earth in hot flush beset
#sun
#TedHughes
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Considering Snowdrops
Snowdrop
Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.
Ted Hughes—
I understand the space in the brass
Airless no contempt, or ability to hold it
Tightly, round spring coiled around nothing
The Yo yo ing purpose of mice, mouse
Pursuits of the steel wool cut, itchy ...
Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.
Ted Hughes—
I understand the space in the brass
Airless no contempt, or ability to hold it
Tightly, round spring coiled around nothing
The Yo yo ing purpose of mice, mouse
Pursuits of the steel wool cut, itchy ...
#TedHughes
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Comfortably Numb
I was a fresh tube of paint, Indian Yellow,
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
#TedHughes
#secrets
#philosophical
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[ CC ] Out-Foxings
Felonious loneliness is a fox
ever prowling, stealing away
whatever minute opportunity
is afforded in this world
by clocks in midnight crisis
shooting blank pages
with their Twelve gauge rifles
Time is of the essence then
I must be a hawk in the rain
pivoting upon winds in moments
watershed from feathered fowling
gliding sleek, beating my wings
If necessary, seeking new roosting
Never a lousy grouse henhoused
for Free Ranged...
ever prowling, stealing away
whatever minute opportunity
is afforded in this world
by clocks in midnight crisis
shooting blank pages
with their Twelve gauge rifles
Time is of the essence then
I must be a hawk in the rain
pivoting upon winds in moments
watershed from feathered fowling
gliding sleek, beating my wings
If necessary, seeking new roosting
Never a lousy grouse henhoused
for Free Ranged...
#WritingPoetry
#MovingOn
#escape #TedHughes
#escape #TedHughes
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