Ted Hugues, Three River Poems,Catadrome, Caddis,Visitation, Devon, Morrigu Press, 1981.
Struggledrudge—with the ideas of a crocodile
And the physique of a fœtus.
Absurd mudlark—living your hovel’s life—
Yourself your own worst obstacle.
Lugging Castle Paranoia
Through that moonland, like a train off its track,
Under the river’s hurricane.
You should have been a crab. It’s no good.
Trout in March are crammed
With the debris of your hopeful redoubts.
Wasp-face, orphanned and a waif too early,
Improvising—with inaudible war-cries—
This Herculean makeshift, hoisting your home,
You can nip my finger but
You are still a baby.
Your alfresco Samurai suit of straws
Your Nibelungen mail of agates, affirm
Only fantasies of fear and famine.
Hurry up. Join the love-orgy
Up here among leaves, in the pattering rain,
Under a flimsy tent of dusky wings.