Poems of Ted Hughes
|1.||A Woman Unconscious||1/13/2003|
|2.||Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days||1/3/2003|
|4.||Crow's Nerve Fails||1/3/2003|
|6.||Examination at the Womb-Door||1/3/2003|
|7.||Full Moon and Little Frieda||1/3/2003|
|9.||How To Paint A Water Lily||1/1/2004|
|12.||Macaw and Little Miss||1/3/2003|
|13.||Old Age Gets Up||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Harvest Moon||1/3/2003|
|20.||The Seven Sorrows||10/16/2005|
Remember how we picked the daffodils?
Nobody else remembers, but I remember.
Your daughter came with her armfuls, eager and happy,
Helping the harvest. She has forgotten.
She cannot even remember you. And we sold them.
It sounds like sacrilege, but we sold them.
Were we so poor? Old Stoneman, the grocer,
Boss-eyed, his blood-pressure purpling to beetroot
(It was his last chance,