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This poem describes a powerful storm that hits overnight while the house is isolated at sea. In the morning, the hills have shifted and the wind continues to rage with great force, bending trees and threatening to collapse tents and buildings. From inside the house, the characters feel small and helpless against the raw power of nature, tightly gripping their hearts by the fire but unable to distract themselves as the house shakes amid the storm.

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Wind

This poem describes a powerful storm that hits overnight while the house is isolated at sea. In the morning, the hills have shifted and the wind continues to rage with great force, bending trees and threatening to collapse tents and buildings. From inside the house, the characters feel small and helpless against the raw power of nature, tightly gripping their hearts by the fire but unable to distract themselves as the house shakes amid the storm.

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Wind

Ted Hughes
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye. At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as The coal-house door. Once I looked up Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope, The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, At any second to bang and vanish with a flap; The wind flung a magpie away and a blackBack gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house Rang like some fine green goblet in the note That any second would shatter it. Now deep In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought, Or each other. We watch the fire blazing, And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on, Seeing the window tremble to come in, Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Theme

The poem is about a terrible storm that strikes a house in a deserted, unpopulated area of
land in the middle of the night and about the destructive power of the wind on the land. The poem monitors the progression of the day from night to noon but the power of the wind does not slacken. Inside the house some people fail to take comfort from the warm fire and wait for the winds fury to abate.

Tone

In front of this natural force, man is not only in awe but also defeated and helpless. The
poem contrasts the insignificance of man with the power of nature no matter how much we try to control everything around us, there is nothing we can do to control natures fury, but wait.

Imagery The poet uses imagery to create an atmosphere loaded with danger. The description of
the storm is so vivid that the reader can see, feel and hear this phenomenon. The poet starts by comparing the house to a ship that has been far out at sea. The poet has to leave the shelter of the house to fetch some coal for the fire and the scene in front of him terrified him.

The poet uses a metaphor to compare the hills to tents that seem as if their restraining
ropes will be pulled out. In a personification, the fields seem to be quivering because of the force of the wind.

The poet compares the house to a fine green goblet which could be shattered by the
wind at any moment.

SOUNDS

The house seems battered by the wind and the booming hills are echoing this noise.

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