Robin Song
Ted Hughes


I am the hunted king
     Of the frost and big icicles
          And the bogey cold
          With its wind boots.

I am the uncrowned
     Of the rainworld
          Hunted by lightning and thunder
          And rivers.

I am the lost child
     Of the wind
          Who goes through me looking for something else
          Who can't recognize me though I cry.

I am the maker
     Of the world
          That rolls to crush
          And silence my knowledge.