Bowled Over

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Ted Hughes - Non-Music, British Literature

Bowled Over

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By kiss of death, bullet on brow No more life can overpower That first infatuation, world cannot Ever be harder or clearer or come Closer than when it arrived there Spinning its patched fields, churches Trees where nightingales sang in broad daylight And the vast flaring blue skirts of seas – Then sudden insubordination Of boredom and sleep When the eyes could not find their keys Or the neck remember what mother whispered Or the body stand to its word Desertion in the face of a bullet! Burial without honors

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  • Ted Hughes