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Ted Hughes - The Minotaur
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The mahogany table-top you smashed
Had been the broad plank top
Of my mother`s heirloom sideboard-
Mapped with the scars of my whole life.

That came under the hammer.
That high stool you swung that day
Demented by my being
Twenty minutes late for baby-minding.

`Marvellous!` I shouted, `Go on,
Smash it into kindling.
That`s the stuff you`re keeping out of your poems!`
And later, considered and calmer,

`Get that shoulder under your stanzas
And we`ll be away.` Deep in the cave of your ear
The goblin snapped his fingers.
So what had I given him?

The bloody end of the skein
That unravelled your marriage,
Left your children echoing
Like tunnels in a labyrinth.

Left your mother a dead-end,
Brought you to the horned, bellowing
Grave of your risen father
And your own corpse in it.
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