The Arrowhead by Mary Oliver
The Arrowhead Mary Oliver The arrowhead, which I found beside the river, was glittering and pointed. I picked it up, and said, “Now, it’s mine.” I thought of showing it to friends. I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket— in a little box, on my desk. Halfway home, past
Lovesong by Ted Hughes
"He wanted all future to cease / He wanted to topple with his arms round her" – Ted Hughes