Poem: ‘Night Arrival of Sea-Trout’
Ted Hughes, 25 October 1979
Honeysuckle hanging its fangs. Foxglove rearing its opened belly. Dogrose touching the membrane.
And through the dew’s mist, the oak’s mass Comes plunging, comes tossing dark antlers.
Then a shattering Of the river’s hole, where something leaps out –
The stillness snarls, moon-mouthed, and shivers.
Summer dripping stars, biting at the nape. Lob-worms coupling in...