Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days

Ted HughesTed Hughes

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She gives him his eyes, she found them
Among some rubble, among some beetlesHe gives her her skin
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her
She weeps with fearfulness and astonishmentShe has found his hands for him, and fitted them freshly at the wrists
They are amazed at themselves, they go feeling all over herHe has assembled her spine, he cleaned each piece carefully
And sets them in perfect order
A superhuman puzzle but he is inspired
She leans back twisting this way and that, using it and laughing
IncredulousNow she has brought his feet, she is connecting them
So that his whole body lights upAnd he has fashioned her new hips
With all fittings complete and with newly wound coils, all shiningly oiled
He is polishing every part, he himself can hardly believe itThey keep taking each other to the sun, they find they can easily
To test each new thing at each new stepAnd now she smoothes over him the plates of his skull
So that the joints are invisibleAnd now he connects her throat, her ******* and the pit of her stomach
With a single wireShe gives him his teeth, tying the the roots to the centrepin of his bodyHe sets the little circlets on her fingertipsShe stiches his body here and there with steely purple silkHe oils the delicate cogs of her mouthShe inlays with deep cut scrolls the nape of his neckHe sinks into place the inside of her thighsSo, gasping with joy, with cries of wonderment
Like two gods of mud
Sprawling in the dirt, but with infinite care
They bring each other to perfection.
Ted Hughes
About the poet

Ted Hughes

British poet Ted Hughes with full name Edward James Hughes served as poet laureate from 1984 to 1998; people note his work for its symbolism, passion, and dark natural imagery. He, the brother of Gerald Hughes and husband of Sylvia Plath, fathered Frieda Hugh…

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