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Ted Hughes
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Ted Hughes
(1930 - 1998 / West Yorkshire / England)
28 poems of Ted Hughes
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Meg Tapp  (9/24/2011 10:40:00 AM)
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'Lovesong' just became one of my favourite poems. So rarely do we come across poems that speak so truthfully and honestly. Beautiful. Can't believe I never knew of it until now!
Manju Shree  (2/22/2010 5:52:00 AM)
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It’s quite interesting that Hughes has chosen fox to trace the stirrings of poetical ideas in his mind. Fox is a sly animal, very slippery. Not to be caught easily. It always tries to hoodwink the hunters and other animals. It’s somewhat elusive. So is also the poetry. The poetical ideas appear dim, elusive in the beginning. But as the poet goes on giving it a thought the ideas get conceptualized and it’s captured permanently as poetry on the page.
Paul Butters  (10/11/2009 8:23:00 AM)
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A great poet. Cannot access his poems here now however.
Tapas Bandyopadhaya  (9/12/2006 10:34:00 AM)
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Fabulous poem. I had dared to dream of a site where all poems would be of such a standard. But the democratic spirit of PoemHunter is also eminently admirable. However, Mary Angelou as the 2nd favourite poet after Neruda and Tagore coming at number 60 and Derek Walcott, I havent found him yet.
 
 
 
  Daffodils

Remember how we picked the daffodils?
Nobody else remembers, but I remember.
Your daughter came with her armfuls, eager and happy,
Helping the harvest. She has forgotten.
She cannot even remember you. And we sold them.
It sounds like sacrilege, but we sold them.
Were we so poor? Old Stoneman, the grocer,
Boss-eyed, his blood-pressure purpling to beetroot
(It was his last chance,
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