Water is never lost

Down in North Yorkshire this weekend, staying in Malham ... so not going to manage a long-run until next week :-(

Anyhow, given the location of our visit - here's another of Ted Hughes' poems; this one about 'Water' which is bound to feature during our Yorkshire weekend:


WATER

On moors where people get lost and die of air
On heights where the goat's stomach fails

In gorges where the toad lives on starlight
In deserts where the bone comes through the camel's nostril

On seas where the white bear gives up and dies of water
In depths where only the shark's tooth resists

At altitudes where the eagle would explode
Through falls of air where men become bombs

At the poles where zero is the sole hearth
Water is not lost, is snug, is at home -

Sometimes with its wife stone -
An open-armed host, of poor cheer.