letra de out, pt. 3 (remembrance day) - ted hughes
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the poppy is a wound, the poppy is the mouth
of the grave, maybe of the womb searching –
a canvas-beauty puppet on a wire
today whoring everywhere. it is years since i wore one
it is more years
the shrapnel that shattered my fathers paybook
gripped me, and all his dead
gripped him to a time
he no more than they could outgrow, but, cast into one, like iron
hung deeper than refreshing of ploughs
in the woe-dark under my mothers eye –
one anchor
holding my juvenile neck bowed to the dunkings of the atlantic
so goodbye to that bl–dy-minded flower
you dead bury your dead
goodbye to the cenotaphs on my mothers br–sts
goodbye to all the remaindered charms of my tether’s survival
let england close. let the green sea-anemone close
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