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The Warm and the Cold
Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.

But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.

And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.

And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.

And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.


Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.

But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.

The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.

The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.

The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.


Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice -
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.

But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.

The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.

The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.

Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.


Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.


A star falls.


The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.
Written by: Ted Hughes