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Hand embroidered poem on vintage handkerchief - 'Emily Bronte' by Ted Hughes
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This item will be posted to you by Rowan Bridgwood Textile Art within 3 days of receiving payment.
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This hand embroidered piece features the poem 'Emily Bronte' by Ted Hughes in intricate hand stitched lettering in the poet's own handwriting. The poem is stitched in navy thread onto a white vintage handkerchief to create a truly unique piece. A perfect gift for a lover of the work of Ted Hughes, the Brontës or a poet.
The artwork is mounted in a white 'floating' style wooden frame behind glass to showcase and protect the piece. This piece measures 32 x 32cm including the frame.
'Emily Brontë' by Ted Hughes
The wind on Crow Hill was her darling.
His fierce, high tide in her ear was her secret.
But his kiss was fatal.
Through her dark Paradise ran
The stream she loved too well
That bit her breast.
The shaggy sodden king of that kingdom
Followed through the wall
And lay on her love-sick bed.
The curlew trod her womb.
The stone swelled under her heart.
Her death is a baby-cry on the moor.
Designed by Rowan Bridgwood in West Yorkshire
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