Wadsworth Moor
Ted Hughes
Where the mothers
Gallop their souls
Where the howlings of heaven
Pour down onto earth
Looking for bodies
Of birds, animals, people
A happiness starts up, secret and wild,
Like a lark-song just out of hearing
Hidden in the wind
A silent evil joy
Like a star-broken stone
Who knows nothing more can happen to it
In it's cradle-grave.
