After yesterday's beach walk
I asked you to look at "Shells",
the poem by Ted Hughes, for prep.
I am now going to read it to you
in such a way as to leave time for thought.
Use the time. Think about the words,
what they suggest to you,
what pictures come into your mind
and how you might have described them
in the unlucky event
that you had been Ted Hughes!
Shells by Ted Hughs
Shells white, shells brown, sea-shells
Tumbled by sea, cry,
as we tumbled, losing our balance,
together as one, in the waves
Swarm the foam's edge, twittering shoals,
a jostle of curiosity -
always the curious one, my angel,
me loving her for it, she
loving the shoals and knowing them all by name.
But they screech as the wave hauls,
screeching for joy, toppled by breakers
or, cast bare, gleam dry.
From that gigantic bed of the sea
Was it gigantic, that bed of ours?
Where darkness on Time
Begets pearl, monster and anemone
Only shells come
To chatter of emptiness, or lie
We chattered and lay...
lovely as dumb.
she lovely as dumb.
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