Complaint

Album cover art for "Complaint" by Ted Hughes

Ted Hughes - Non-Music

Complaint

0 Plays

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

Aged Mother, Mary, even though - when that thing Leaped hedge in the dark lane (or grabbed your heel On the attic stair) by smell of man and coarse Canvas he wore was disguised too well-ill A scorching and dizzying blue apparition; - Though that Jack Horner's hedge-scratched pig-splitting arm, Grubbing his get among your lilies, was a comet That plunged through the flowery whorl to your womb-root, And grew a man's face face on its burning head; - Through no prompt thundercrack, no knave's remorse Kneeling in the arch of lightning, fisting his guilt, But the times quiet with God's satisfaction; - Through you swallowed the honey of a parable, No forced fistful of meat-and-potato fact - History's grown gross-bellied, not bright-eyed.

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Ted Hughes