Ted Hughes: The Hanged Man and The Panic Bird
Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/Vct2D4rZfmc) 31.3.2021. Life after Death What can I tell you that you do not know Of the life after death? Your son's eyes, which had unsettled us With your Slavic Asiatic Epicanthic fold, but would become So perfectly your eyes, Became wet jewels, The hardest substance of the purest pain As I fed him in his high white chair. Great hands of grief were wringing and wringing His wet cloth of face. They wrung out his tears
