Sunday, October 28, 2012

"October Dawn" by Ted Hughes

Last year's pods, in our old backyard, which I miss.

October Dawn

October is marigold, and yet
A glass half full of wine left out

To the dark heaven all night, by dawn
Has dreamed a premonition

Of ice across its eye as if
The ice-age had begun its heave.

The lawn overtrodden and strewn
From the night before, and the whistling green

Shrubbery are doomed. Ice
Has got its spearhead into place.

First a skin, delicately here
Restraining a ripple from the air;

Soon plate and river on pond and brook;
Then tons of chain and massive lock

To hold rivers. Then, sound by sight
Will Mammoth and Sabre-tooth celebrate

Reunion while a fist of cold
Squeezes the fire at the core of the world,

Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart,
And now it is about to start.


  1. Just plain old beautiful, in every way. X

  2. I still find "Shrubbery are doomed" my favourite bit... your images are beautiful Lizzie, and match Ted's words so well.

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  4. If anyone is wondering about the deleted comment, it was an anonymous, sarcastic typical Hughes-bash, which was unpleasant to read and entirely irrelevant.

  5. This is quite beautiful. As much as I don't like Ted Hughes, (he hated Sylvia Plath, or at least refused to treat her with respect), he was a good writer. This reminds me of the impermanence of all things. The passage of one thing beautiful to another beautiful thing. Or humankind. Which retains all of those exact same qualities.
    Good job, I like the pictures!


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