Ted Hughes

(1930 - 1998 / West Yorkshire / England)

Comments about Ted Hughes

  • Luke Street (6/21/2016 7:59:00 AM)

    ted was a good lad but didn't tickle my ribs enough! ! ! I used to read his poems every night before bed but since I got my ribs tickled by evie on d of e by will

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  • Dhanya Rajan (11/16/2012 3:08:00 AM)

    Bride and groom lie hidden for three days. My favorite Ted Hughes poem.

  • Meg Tapp (9/24/2011 10:40:00 AM)

    '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)

    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 Paul Butters (10/11/2009 8:23:00 AM)

    A great poet. Cannot access his poems here now however.

  • Tapas Bandyopadhaya (9/12/2006 10:34:00 AM)

    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.

Best Poem of Ted Hughes


He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing ...

Read the full of Lovesong


Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men
Thistles spike the summer air
And crackle open under a blue-black pressure.

Every one a revengeful burst
Of resurrection, a grasped fistful
Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up

From the underground stain of a decayed Viking.

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