The Core of the Heart




October is marigold, and yet
A glass half full of wine left out

To the dark heaven all night, by dawn
Has dreamed a premonition

Of ice across its eye as if
The ice-age had begun its heave.

The lawn overtrodden and strewn
From the night before, and the whistling green

Shrubbery are doomed.

…a fist of cold
Squeezes the fire at the core of the world,

Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart,
And now it is about to start.
~Ted Hughes from “October Dawn”





4 thoughts on “The Core of the Heart

  1. As if the ice-age had begun its heave! Real poetry always has that shock of truth. Years ago when I was travelling for work I looked up,from the ‘important’ file was buried in to see the name of the small station we had stopped at – Mytholmroyd and suddenly flash after flash of Ted Hughes poetry filled my mind.




  2. “Squeezes the fire at the core of the heart????” Lord, I hope not — especially because we have the warmth and regeneration of Spring to look forward to — another sign of hope with which our Creator God in His loving Mercy has gifted us….


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