The Thought-Fox By Ted Hughes

The Thought-Fox By Ted Hughes I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:Something else is aliveBeside the clock’s lonelinessAnd this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star:Something more nearThough deeper within darknessIs entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snowA fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;Two eyes serve a movement, that […]

The Love Poem By Carol Ann Duffy

The Love Poem By Carol Ann Duffy Till love exhausts itself, longs for the sleep of words – my mistress’ eyes – to lie on a white sheet, at rest in the language – let me count the ways – or shrink to a phrase like an epitaph – come live with me – or […]

Not Writing By Jane Kenyon

Not Writing By Jane Kenyon A wasp rises to its paperynest under the eaveswhere it daubs at the gray shape,but seems unableto enter its own house. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Digging By Seamus Heaney

Digging By Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb   The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound   When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:   My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds   Bends low, comes up twenty years away   Stooping in rhythm through potato drills   Where he was digging. The coarse […]