Friday 5 August 2011

"Full Moon and Little Frieda"

Full Moon and Little Frieda

Ted Hughes

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank
         of a bucket -

And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the
         hedges with their warm wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.

'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed
         at a work

That points at him amazed.

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