Apple Dumps

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Ted Hughes - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Apple Dumps

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After the fiesta, the beauty-contests, the drunken wrestling Of the blossom Come some small ugly swellings, the dwarfish truths Of the prizes. After blushing and confetti, the breeze-blown bridesmaids, the shadowed snapshots Of the trees in bloom Come the grueling knuckles, and the cracked housemaid's hands, The work worn morning plainness of apples. Unearthly was the hope, the wet star melting the gland, Staggering the offer — But pawky the real returns, not easy to see, Dull and leaf-green, hidden, still-bitter, and hard. The orchard flared wings, a new heaven, a dawn-lipped apocalypse Kissing the sleeper — The apples emerge, in the sun's black shade, among stricken trees, A straggle of survivors, nearly all ailing.

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  • Ted Hughes