hug <br />he tries to warm up the coldness <br />between them <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />The Warm and the Cold <br />Freezing dusk is closing <br />Like a slow trap of steel <br />On trees and roads and hills and all <br />That can no longer feel. <br />But the carp is in its depth <br />Like a planet in its heaven. <br />And the badger in its bedding <br />Like a loaf in the oven. <br />And the butterfly in its mummy <br />Like a viol in its case. <br />And the owl in its feathers <br />Like a doll in its lace. <br />Freezing dusk has tightened <br />Like a nut screwed tight <br />On the starry aeroplane <br />Of the soaring night. <br />But the trout is in its hole <br />Like a chuckle in a sleeper. <br />The hare strays down the highway <br />Like a root going deeper. <br />The snail is dry in the outhouse <br />Like a seed in a sunflower. <br />The owl is pale on the gatepost <br />Like a clock on its tower. <br />Moonlight freezes the shaggy world <br />Like a mammoth of ice - <br />The past and the future <br />Are the jaws of a steel vice. <br />But the cod is in the tide-rip <br />Like a key in a purse. <br />The deer are on the bare-blown hill <br />Like smiles on a nurse. <br />The flies are behind the plaster <br />Like the lost score of a jig. <br />Sparrows are in the ivy-clump <br />Like money in a pig. <br />Such a frost <br />The flimsy moon <br />Has lost her wits. <br />A star falls. <br />The sweating farmers <br />Turn in their sleep <br />Like oxen on spits. <br />Ted Hughes<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-hug/
