Sunday, February 10, 2008

Tractor

Yep, I’m a total sucker for old junk.

Photo: At Mill Museum, Rockley

Musing:
From Tractor by Ted Hughes
"The tractor stands frozen - an agony
To think of. All night
Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
A spill of molten ice, smoking snow,
Pours into its steel.
At white heat of numbness it stands
In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness.

It defied flesh and won't start.
Hands are like wounds already
Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable
As if the toe-nails were all just torn off.
I stare at it in hatred.”

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