Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Cars collide and erupt luggage and babies
In laughter
The steamer upends and goes under saluting like a
stuntman
In laughter
The nosediving aircraft concludes with a boom
In laughter
People‘s arms and legs fly off and fly on again
In laughter
The haggard mask on the bed rediscovers its pang
In laughter, in laughter
The meteorite crashes
With extraordinary ill-luck on the pram
The ears and eyes are bundled up
Are folded up in the hair,
Wrapped in the carpet, the wallpaper, tied with the
lampflex
Only the teeth work on
And the heart, dancing on in its open cave
Helpless on the strings of laughter
While the tears are nickel-plated and come through doors
with a bang
And the wails stun with fear
And the bones
Jump from the torment flesh has to stay for
Stagger some distance and fall in full view
Still laughter scampers around on centipede boots
Still it runs all over on caterpillar tread
And rolls back onto the mattress, legs in the air
But it‘s only human
And finally it‘s had enough—enough!
And slowly sits up, exhausted,
And slowly starts to fasten buttons,
With long pauses,
Like somebody the police have come for.