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Wild Rock - Ted Hughes
Tamed rock.
Millstone-grit - a soul-grinding sandstone.
Roof-of-the-world-ridge wind
And rain, and rain.
Heaven - the face of a quarry.
Oak-leaves of hammered copper, as in Cranach.
Grass growing on acid.
Wind. Cold. A permanent weight
To be braced under. And rain.
A people fixed
Staring at fleeces, blown like blown flames.
A people converting their stony ideas
To woollen weave, thick worsteds, dense fustians
Between their bones and the four trembling quarters.
Millstone-grit - a soul-grinding sandstone.
Roof-of-the-world-ridge wind
And rain, and rain.
Heaven - the face of a quarry.
Oak-leaves of hammered copper, as in Cranach.
Grass growing on acid.
Wind. Cold. A permanent weight
To be braced under. And rain.
A people fixed
Staring at fleeces, blown like blown flames.
A people converting their stony ideas
To woollen weave, thick worsteds, dense fustians
Between their bones and the four trembling quarters.