Ted Hughes Poems
|1.||Work and Play||1/3/2003|
|7.||The Warm and the Cold||1/3/2003|
|9.||The Seven Sorrows||10/16/2005|
|12.||The Harvest Moon||1/3/2003|
|13.||The Child Is Father To The Man||2/20/2015|
|17.||Old Age Gets Up||1/3/2003|
|18.||Macaw and Little Miss||1/3/2003|
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,