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Saturday, September 02, 2017

A Song Tickling God's Ear

After Lorca:

A supple river of mirrors I run on

Where great shadows rise to the glance,
Flowing all forward and bringing
The world through my reflection.

A voice like a ghost that is not
Rustle the dead in passage
Leaving the living chilled,
Wipe clear the pure glass of stone.

Wipe clear the pure stone of flesh.

Ted Hughes.

ntodd

September 2, 2017 | Permalink

Comments

Hughes is a passable poet in several respects.

Posted by: Thers | Sep 2, 2017 1:35:51 AM

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