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‘Wind’ is, after ‘The Thought-Fox’, probably the most famous and most successful poem in Ted Hughes’ debut collection of poetry, The Hawk in the Rain (1957). In the poem, Hughes describes the experience of a powerful gale which blasts through the landscape, affecting everything from the birds flying through the air to the very foundations of the earth itself.
Wind by Ted Hughes. This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window. Floundering black astride and blinding wet. Till day rose; then under an orange sky. The hills had new places, and wind wielded. Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Wind. Poem by Ted Hughes. This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window. Floundering black astride and blinding wet. Till day rose; then under an orange sky. The hills had new places, and wind wielded.
Ted Hughes - Wind. This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window. Floundering black astride and blinding wet. Till day rose; then under an orange sky. The hills had new places, and wind wielded. Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Ted Hughes. Wind. This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window
2 de may. de 2015 · Wind. by Ted Hughes. This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window. Floundering black astride and blinding wet. Till day rose; then under an orange sky. The hills had new places, and wind wielded.
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes. The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope, The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, At any second to bang and vanish with a flap; The wind flung a magpie away and a black-. Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house.
