The Poetry Exchange

58. The Horses by Ted Hughes - A Friend to Lewi

04.16.2021 - By The Poetry ExchangePlay

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In this episode, Lewi talks with us about the poem that has been a friend to him – 'The Horses' by Ted Hughes. ​ Lewi joined The Poetry Exchange online as part of Manchester Literature Festival 2020.

Lewi is in conversation with Poetry Exchange team members, Fiona Bennett and Michael Shaeffer.

The 'gift' reading of 'The Horses' is by Fiona Bennett.

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The Horses By Ted Hughes

I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird- A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood

Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light. But the valleys were draining the darkness

Till the moorline blackening dregs of the brightening grey Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

Huge in the dense grey ten together Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,

With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves, Making no sound.

I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head. Grey silent fragments

Of a grey still world. I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.

The curlews tear turned its edge on the silence. Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun

Orange, red, red erupted Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,

Shook the gulf open, showed blue, And the big planets hanging

I turned Stumbling in a fever of a dream, down towards

The dark woods, from the kindling tops, And came the horses.

There, still they stood, But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,

Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves Stirring under a thaw while all around them

The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound. Not one snorted or stamped,

Their hung heads patient as the horizons, High over valleys, in the red levelling rays

In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces, May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place

Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews, Hearing the horizons endure.

New Selected Poems by Ted Hughes. Faber & Faber; Main edition (6 Mar. 1995) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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