Thistles

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Ted Hughes - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Thistles

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Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air Or crackle open under a blue-black pressure. Every one a revengeful burst Of resurrection, a grasped fistful Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up From the underground stain of a decayed Viking. They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects. Every one manages a plume of blood. Then they grow grey, like men. Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear, Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.

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  • Ted Hughes