Friday, January 16, 2015

A Poem

A thoroughly dark poem which should thrill the soul not make it despondent, Ted Hughes at his best.


In the dark violin of the valley

All night a music

Like a needle sewing body

And soul together, and sewing soul

And sky together and sky and earth

Together and sewing the river to the sea.


In the dark skull of the valley

A lancing, fathoming music

Searching the bones, engraving

On the draughty limits of ghost
In an entanglement of stars.


In the dark belly of the valley

A coming and going music

Cutting the bed-rock deeper


To earth-nerve, a scalpel of music


The valley dark rapt

Hunched over its river, the night attentive

Bowed over its valley, the river



Crying a violin in a grave

All the dead singing in the river

Ted Hughes

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