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In the cragged pool

The river-smithy

Goes on labouring all night.


River-goblins

Toil the bellows, in the underglow.


Sledge-hammers of big water, rock anvils

Pound in the den of glooms.


With fling of glare metals and shadow-struggle.


Under the corrugated roof

Bulging and flashing mares

Slam down their heels, and are held.


Electrical stallions

Surge and, with oaths, are quieted.


​Ted Hughes





Each is another and no other:

crossing and vanishing

through their empty names:

water, stone, wind.



Paz

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