September : Ted Hughes : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :

September : : By Ted Hughes : : : : We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:No clock counts this.When kisses are repeated and the arms holdThere is no telling where time is. It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:Behind the eye a star,Under the silk of the wrist a sea, tellTimeContinue reading “September : Ted Hughes : : September Poems : : Months Poems : :”

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