Who are you?
The spider clamps the bluefly - whose death panic
Becomes sudden soulful absorption.
A stoat throbs at the nape of the lumped rabbit
Who watches the skylines fixedly.
Photographs of people - open-mouthed
In the gust of being shot and falling
And you grab me
So the blood jumps into my teeth
And 'Quick!' you whisper, 'O quick!'
And 'Now! Now! Now!'
Now what?
That I hear the age of the earth?
That I feel
My mother lift me up from between her legs?
Ted Hughes, from 'Gaudete'
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